Gabriel Gudding's 'One Petition Lofted into the Ginkos' – A Raw, Vivid Poetic Journey ✨

For the train-wrecked, the puck-struck, <br /> the viciously punched, <br />the pole-vaulter whose pole <br /> snapped in ascent. <br />For his asphalt-face, <br />his capped-off scream, God bless <br /> his dad in the stands. <br />For the living dog in the median <br />car-struck and shuddering <br /> on crumpled haunches, eyes <br />large as plates, seeing nothing, but looking, <br />looking. For the blessed pigeon <br />who threw himself from the cliff <br /> after plucking out his feathers <br />just to taste a failing death. For <br />the poisoned, scalded, and gassed, the bayoneted, <br />the bit and blind-sided, <br /> asthmatic veteran <br />who just before his first date in years and years <br />swallowed his own glass eye. For these and all <br />and all the drunk, <br /> <br />Imagine a handful of quarters chucked up at sunset, <br />lofted into the ginkgos-- <br /> and there, at apogee, <br />while the whole ringing wad <br />pauses, pink-lit, <br /> about to seed the penny-colored earth <br />with an hour's wages-- <br />As shining, ringing, brief, and cheap <br /> as a prayer should be-- <br /> <br />Imagine it all falling <br /> <br />into some dark machine <br /> brimming with nurses, <br />nutrices ex machina-- <br /> <br />and they blustering out <br /> with juices and gauze, peaches and brushes, <br />to patch such dents and wounds.<br /><br />Gabriel Gudding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-petition-lofted-into-the-ginkos/