The Welcoming Committee

by Margery Hannah

asked me to present a thirty dollar
poem. Like sun-sweet honey
make it, they say, coruscate
and luke-warm.
Don’t offend anyone.
So I begin cleaving.
My heart is now
a million marching, marching,
marching off-beat

beats. And without cause my eggs
crack and piss on audacity.
But the prostrated here—

Lady Gem
that rock, that stone

she did no wrong

as funerals tell.
Heartless I ride it
like Hawaiian waves going
home home home.

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