Opening nightmare.

• Author: Howe, Fanny
• Position: Poem

The mothers continue

unconsciously

fearing space breaks inside

cloud patterns gray or red

neutralizing effects of repetition

on the secular desert city

their dream children swept apart

on high gusts

...

The sun was in their boots

and in their hearts

(preserved in guts)

red communist

streamers of after faith

...

So, numinous doubt

so, sky that might surmise

the face of God

and so, little hand-holding hopers

the more corporeal the vision

the more imperiled its foundation