"Second Coming"

A weekly poem, read by the author.
March 20 2007 7:17 AM

"Second Coming"

Click here to listen to Ellen Wehle read this poem.

He for whom we set an extra place at table.

On the eve of bombardment

Rumors fly: Stalin himself, come to rescue his city.

How terrible our thirst, how patient,

Excalibur at lake-bottom. In Rome, a coroner

Clicks off the mic as weeping

Gangsters crowd the room, hound-like, licking their master's

Incisions. Whom we await. His field of force. Christ

Sighted doling out bread, No, someone