BRASS TAX
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:15am
Languishing Gold —
Stuttering Silver —
when will approach the turning tide?
I predict Jan/Feb
when The World has lost
all else
but The Metal
in Our Pockets
My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm
I ain’t playin’
when I see that Brinks
armoured truck runnin’ grey along
the front windows of Sobey’s
I ain’t playin’
when I feel a surge in My Heart
when I see them bullet-proof men
stagin’ them bags of money —
I gots Mine –
I’m safe
October 5th, The Hawk Queen Bed 10:40pm
I have installed a family
of stuffed animals & dolls
in a finished basement window
in order to unpack
dusty cardboard boxes
flattened for recycling —
I have placed My Brother’s Anne of Green Gables
as The Baby Sitter
over hard-headed “twins” from the 30’s
My Stuffed Bear “Bear Bear”
in a bright red mantel over a pink bath robe
a squirrel to represent My Mother’s Presence
& a hand-made cloth doll from China
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*Grandfather Bobby Hyde’s sister Helen who lived in a studio apartment in NYC, drinking gin in the morning next to her full-sized loom and talked to me of a family who lived in her sky light.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:59am
Silver on The Water
Silver in The Sky
The Thermometer is low
The End is (nearly*) Nigh
–
I am wide awake
The Coffee Pot is on
I have My House full of guests
ungrateful for The Dawn
*redundancy
The Hawk Exercise Room 11:11am
Silver Crashes Down On My Head
Silver Flashes Out Between My Legs
I Am Strong
I Am Woman