Summer 1991 • Vol. XIII No. 3 Poetry |

The Deposition

Dead weight in their embrace, An accommodation, A crude translation into the temporal, The body becomes its form: Broken and commonplace, Flawed enough to be true. They maneuver it clumsily, without grace, The center of gravity A fulcrum for their thoughtsAs it's braced and lowered, Commended to the turned earth before nightfall. A form requires no faith. Their doubt is faith in form.

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Eric Pankey is the author of many collections of poetry, most recently Not Yet Transfigured (Orison Books, 2021). A chapbook called The Future Perfect: A Fugue is forthcoming from Tupelo Press. Pankey is the Heritage Chair in Writing at George Mason University.

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By Eric Pankey

Dead weight in their embrace, An accommodation, A crude translation into the temporal, The body becomes its form: Broken and commonplace, Flawed enough to be true. They maneuver it clumsily, […]

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