Dennis Hinrichsen

Shook foil—that’s what a river is. Catfish hauled like bars
of iron

from a mid-town bridge,
the wire that holds them

…then seizure again, that
blue clot, level

of the larynx,
can’t breathe, can’t

Blood wants an angel but all it has is Monday,
my mother

I wake dreaming of Rome
and find my body
in another place.

What did I know then of the resurrection through
metal?