Poem

[cinaed]

Oh, C.K. Williams, how you mock me.

I honestly don't know if I adore him or not, but the man writes some intricate poems. None of them seem to be posted online, well, none that I had to read for class anyway, but I had to write a three page paper on him, and thought I'd share some excerpts that I had to type up.

The first one is from "Fire." The second, "Fragment." The third, "Money."

1.) 
	Like love it was, love ill and soiled; like affection, affinity, passion, mis-
		used and consumed; 
	warmth betrayed, patience exhausted, distorted, all evidence of kindness
		now unkindness…
	Yet still the hulk, the gutted carcass; fuming ash and ember; misery and 
		shame. 

2.)

…The clerk you see blurredly falling and you hear
		—I keep hearing—
	crying, “God! God!” in that voice I was always afraid existed within us,
		the voice that knows 
beyond illusion the irrevocability of death, beyond any dream of being 
	not mortally injured—
“You’re just going to sleep, someone will save you, you’ll wake again, 
	loved ones beside you…”

3.)

How did money get into the soul; how did base dollars and cents ascend 
	from the slime 
to burrow their way into the crannies of consciousness, even it feels like 
	into the flesh?