I would like to dislocate my body tonight it is small


the rain

it builds a wall around me


beyond which there is nothing


save the shack

where your father when he fell


broke his neck not unlike the youngest greek


to survive the man-eating

giants his name was


elpenor he climbed the roof with a yawp in his lungs


with wine

in his blood he thought


he would raise his fist in place of the sun but then slept


dreamt nothing

forgot when he woke


where he was he fell broke his neck yes it stunk

of dead corn and dirt the sun had burned the water from


it dried the wine


the blood on the face

of the rock where your father


when he fell broke


his neck should we mark the earth with an oar


should we haul off

and insult the sun


perhaps the rain will build a wall around him


beyond which

there is nothing now your father grows silent


I would like to


dislocate my body

tonight elpenor