each of my poems is a commence-not address

each of my poems is a commencent address, depending on the day, the time or place, either an ending or a beginning a moment unique, we mark a changing, by tossing/losing a hat we’ll never wear again, or picking up a shovel to bury a parent in earth and casket we cannot share an operating room, shiny clean, with mercurial microbes awaiting a new arriving inhabitant, to defend and attack, or bidding farewell to a elder child born blood-deformed, whose wingspan shortened by virtue of our own gene-rosity commence the commencement. take the iron from the grotesque irony, the steel from the stealing away seconds, the hum from the humble mumbling, a disbelieving refusal, the tears from the skin-rent tearing just beginning a speech for the occasion and ending with a prayer standing, by a gravestone when you awake today, prepare a commencement or a commence-not address

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