Hymn to Saint No One

                               an opera for one voice

 

Mark DuCharme

 

 

 

 

The typographer miscounted

My poems, but not their weight or

Speed. Whenever ecstasy’s invited,

Sing along. I love how you can get

Lost in that book

If you care to live. Are you also cuttingly

On edge? Deadly showmen;

Unique, sanctimonious underliars;

Someone else’s variegated reflection.

You, who live in doom, remake

Horn trouble from afar.

Indolent expense greatness.

Complete unknown somebodies

 

Who almost look the same. I think I knew

You once, in scenes

Geographically inconsistent with field mice

& Cold summer rain

Like only the loveliest

Who also pass by—

Mayeresque cartographers entirely too picturesque

Enhanced by trombone payloads

All born laughing

At the same lone temple

Where you don’t even want to be cured. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mark DuCharme’s newest book is Complicated Grief, from C22 Open Editions.  Other recent books include Thousands Blink Outside, also from C22; Here, Which Is Also a Place from Unlikely Books; Scorpion Letters from Ethel; and his work of poet’s theater, We, the Monstrous: Script for an Unrealizable Film, from The Operating System.  His poetry has appeared widely in such venues as BlazeVOX, Caliban Online, Chant de la Sirène, Colorado Review, E·ratio, First Intensity, Gas, Indefinite Space, New American Writing, Noon, Otoliths, Shiny, Spinozablue, Talisman, Trilobite, Typo, Unlikely Stories, Utriculi, Word/ for Word, The Writing Disorder, and Poetics for the More-Than-Human World: An Anthology of Poetry and Commentary.  He lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA. 

 

 


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