Friday, December 5, 2008

Advent Sonnet

Inspired by the story of Abraham and a little backlogged in paper-writing, I hope this poem can do double duty. Tell me the first word that comes to mind after you finish it. 

Hemingway Sights the Incarnation

When I saw Christ seated at the right hand
of his father, he was buckled. He flew
down a fresh-paved interstate. The Ghost read
from the backseat. They came to my tent. They
knew me. Would they eat a piece of game? We ate.
They said a son was due. That if my books
had women, one might laugh. They left, of course.
I shot. They spun, crashed. Not quite procession,
union. Three for one. Was that it? So long
a life that we owe God a death. I flushed
at flesh pinned under form, but they had gone --
leaving books and words behind, only signs. 

2 comments:

Beth B said...

First word that comes to mind: sacrament.

"flushed at flesh pinned under form" --brilliant!

breneefr said...

The first word that came to mind after I read it was "woman."