Weekly Poem: From 'Severance Songs'

**By Joshua Corey** This poem is the war on a very plain level. Look at it cherishing you. Look how trustingly it sits in the wrinkled palms of the wise men. Now they shake its can full of tax dollars and train exploding food on the countryside. We recognize the sand, you and I, we deplore the poem and its rage that is not bravery or counter- intelligence. Suffering is reasonable as love but this poem can't barber its own hook clean. It twists in the shrapnel breeze of my credibility. It is made above all of words disarranged to resemble an obvious truth.                                                       This poem catches your hands and releases them. It has no reflecting surfaces. This poem does not spill a drop of the fluids that are yours.   "Joshua Corey":http://joshcorey.blogspot.com/ is the author of "Severance Songs" ("Tupelo Press":http://www.tupelopress.org/authors/jcorey, 2011), "Fourier Series" (Spineless Books, 2005) "Selah" (Barrow Street, 2003) and two chapbooks. He teaches at Lake Forest College in Illinois.