POETRY: I Am Listening by Franz Wright

I Am Listening by Franz Wright

I could not get out of bed
for sixteen years a day.
I could not rouse myself to take a bath. How
resubmerge this broken
body in the waters of electrocution—
how return, redescend
to find it a book
or wash its bruised clothes
the basement stairs
to the site of
its hanging, a failure
even at that?

Delivered, I’m still stung by my abandonment
of those unmeetable
ones who still live there
in Hell.

Tell me.
Could I be allowed with them
a quiet word?

And what
might that word be?

There must be a way: how
assure them, remind them
they too come from the light at the beginning of time.

Proved faithless, still I wait.Save

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