Summer/Fall 1999 • Vol. XXI No. 3/4 Poetry |

Unholy Sonnets

1. Someone is always praying as the plane Breaks up, and smoke and cold and darkness blow Into the cabin. Praying as it happens, Praying before it happens that it won't. Someone was praying that it never happen Before the first window on Kristallnacht Broke like a wine glass wrapped in bridal linen. Before it was imagined, someone was praying That it be unimaginable. And then, The bolts blew off and people fell like bombs Out of their names, out of the living sky. Surely, someone was praying. And the prayer Struck the blank face of earth, the ocean's face, The rockhard, rippled face of facelessness. 2. Have healed the flesh and changed the mind of weather, Have girdled blacked-out towers with lightning flashes, Have turned the rose when it began to wither, Have drawn to inside straights and royal flushes—With prayer, that gesture out into the blankness, Beyondness, nothingness, the shaftless mine That faith worms through, extracting in its thankless Miracle-making task

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