Contact
by Richard Denner

a jumble
makes a coherent whole

a confusion clears
in order

to let me view
the Trinity

I follow a trail along a fence line
picking up discarded pizza boxes
which I stash in a pile near the base
of a post and cover with a tarp

someone I can't see is with me, has
gone ahead into a field, we
are talking about litter
and I think of a litter of pigs
instead of pizza boxes

I remember killing the runts in a pen
on a farm in Iowa when I was a boy
crushing their skulls with a hammer
and, later, standing in my bloody overalls
and asking forgiveness of the Universe

Richard Denner has appeared in the past as galley slave, as court jester, and once, as pictured here, as a Portuguese sea pirate. For many lives he was a merchant following the trade routes. He is relieved to find that there is life after retail. In this lifetime, he is the author of eighty volumes of poetry, for which he has received no awards. Don't talk to him about recognition, ever. His website is www.dpress.net