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Craig Czury

Shadow / Orphan Shadow


my shadow is an old man who can't sleep at night

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i was born from my mother
and my shadow was born from my mother's shadow

i was the second gift

its whole life (so far) hugging the earth

~

shadow
fed and grown at the nipple of the breast shadow

i also feed and grow dark at the shadow
of the breast shadow

~

because of my shadow
i have never understood
in the beginning was the word

~

when i take the leap
will my shadow take the leap as an act of love

and grow wider on the ground when i fly
to get a better view

~

so busy (guilt and regret)
with all it has trespassed

please forgive us our trespasses
your bright space with no warning

~

angel of the chalkline corpse

~

in the middle of day i looked down

my shadow was holding a suitcase

~

flat on its face in mud
or
stretched out on its back
reading its face in clouds

i don't know whether to
pick it up by the scruff of its neck
or offer a smoke

~

imminent death

shadow of a cloud flooding the shadow of a poet

~

you raise your voice
and raise your hand to strike me

i raise my voice
and raise my arm to block
duck
then punch

shadow mouths wide for singing
and wreck the room in dance


Note.

From hthomas@kutztown.edu Sun Jun 16 22:38:47 1996

That poem sequence was also performed in Wilkes-Barre by mime Joel Gori dressed in black kabuki death garb against a wall in front of a floodlight with me reading from the shadows...each of us a shadow from the shadows...shadow voice wide for singing and wreck the room in dance.


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