Poems ✍️

I SHALL cry God to give me a broken foot.
I shall ask for a scar and a slashed nose.
I shall take the last and the worst.
I shall be eaten by gray creepers in a bunkhouse where no runners of the sun
come and no dogs live.
And yet-of all 'and yets' this is the bronze strongestI shall keep one thing better than all else; there is the blue steel of a great star
of early evening in it; it lives longer than a broken foot or any scar.
The broken foot goes to a hole dug with a shovel or the bone of a nose may
whiten on a hilltop-and yet-'and yet'-
There is one crimson pinch of ashes left after all; and none of the shifting winds
that whip the grass and none of the pounding rains that beat the dust, know how
to touch or find the flash of this crimson.
I cry God to give me a broken foot, a scar, or a lousy death.
I who have seen the flash of this crimson, I ask God for the last and worst.