Poetry A Tribute to Lewis Warsh
He Stood There (For Lewis)
1
He stood there
with his hands hidden
in thick dark clouds.
I can remember you
without the pestle
& mortar.
You asked about
a rough weather's
feedback /
Form delights
& betrays us /
No retreat
from creatureliness
& its beauty & torment /
He stood there
tides linked us
to the illumination
of death /
2
But of course you're
used to the interplay
of scent & wreck.
In some cases
the nightfall was meant
to be educational.
Can privacy ever forgive isolation?
Starapple, valley.
As untranslatable as skirts
flying up to heaven.
You were ready to fire-walk.
You never really left.