Saturday, August 15, 2009


Reports are various–
conflicting also:

many fell,
a few;

like taken cities. . . .

Whether or not
to any loss there is weight

or a music given

–some play of notes,

for which to listen
is already to be
too late;

whether forgetting is
or is not proof of
mercy, henceforth let

others say.

Is not victory itself
the proof of victory?

Little hammer, chasing–onto
unmarked metal–pattern,

a name,

a scar upon the face
of history, what

has no face

Of briar
and thorn, my bed.

–I stand in clover.

-Carl Phillips