VINYL POETRY

Volume 11, October 2014

BIRDIE
MRB ChelkoView Contributor’s Note

End Be

clouds so I can’t float off
into the hymns beyond
be thou my vision
oh glory gone
remembered all
wrong I used to slump
in church in the valley
of the shadow my parents
cast they sing still
conjoined in chairs somewhere
in the risen air coaxing
me along as a child
beckons a goat