‘Five O’Clock’ by James Schuyler
Men disport themselves.
They help each other:
“Reach in my chest and massage my heart.
I am not dead.”
If clouds are God’s table linen,
what is rain?
He gave men towels to dry themselves.
He blessed their soap.
The city grew like the desert, by erosion
Men walk in it.
God is not so much dead as resting.
His seventh day has just begun.
Men step out of the wind.
They give money and necessaries.
They steal what belongs to them.
The eighth day, doors open on new sights.
Men in hats rise from the ground:
Bless these broken dolls and mend them.
What goes through cloth, walks and floats?
We rise lightly in you.
Source: Schuyler, James, James Meetze, and Simon Pettet. Other Flowers: Uncollected Poems. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2011. Print, p. 179.
Photo: Gerace, Joe. “Men in Hats Rise from the Ground” Nov. 14, 2020. JPG.