When I meet
Princess Eternity & Count Infinity
A pine board coffin
My skeleton
The voice of a wind chime
A stylish evening shadow
Blossom of a blue rose
Leaf from a pear tree
A thin smear of horse dropping
In sixth grade we pressed that nun hard
About the resurrection till she said
“We will all have perfect bodies Then”
She was old & hairy & kind & lame & curved
She whispered that word with force Then
JOHN MCKERNAN, who grew up in Omaha Nebraska, is now a retired comma herder after teaching 41 years at Marshall University. He lives – mostly – in West Virginia where he edits ABZ Press. His most recent book is a selected poems, Resurrection of the Dust. He has published poems in The Atlantic Monthly, The Paris Review, The New Yorker, Virginia Quarterly Review and many other magazines
