Peter CroteauBillboard, 2008 (photograph)

Small crowned head: I take and bash you:
bash you on the rock mosaic scattered
on the grass-wet ground: it’s a wedding:
it’s a funeral: it’s a brand new year: I am back
and have bashed a small crowned brow.

Go and tell the mute man
working the walnut stand: the cotton seeds hiding
whitely in fields of womb: the horses:
the billboards: the rectangular
fish farms: who is mother today and who
is father off eloping: tell them
and their cracked saucers: the black dog
shaped stain on the asphalt: the bottle
of dusty basswood honey: tell them
exactly what the sunlight is doing
to these pale hands it has not seen
in six seeds.


Gabrielle Bates