
Look up to the sky,
no – higher than that,
crane way back
carve an arc
till you’re horizontal
broken at the waist
a radical limbo
now drop all the tons
of heaven square
on your chest
to lay you to
the ground
flat and pressed
like a penny
dispensed
from a carnival
machine stamped
in god we’d trust
if only we could find her
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
