1. 1969 Opened Like This
the text of eyes that pay
this year, all the last exacted; tears.
When Merton died, we met, struck dumb,
the old year's locking jaw
let blood, one last time; death, then this death
We blow up big the photo Griffin made --
Kentucky woods, hunched arms
overalls, Picasso moon face, Eyes
like a wrapt stranger among mourners
on a road, of a noon, in a landscape
stinking like graves. Hands outstretched
filled with this world's
I have some joy!
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