"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
Ellen Wehle's book of poems is The Ocean Liner's Wake. She lives outside Chicago and is completing her first novel.
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