Mike Finley Poems
A Prayer For Resilience
As the mountain hungers to be made flat
So I burn for your salvation.
Help me to forgive the airplanes
strafing me on the skyscraper.
The centipedes in the pillowcase
know not what they do.
Spread open my chest with a spring-clamp
And let my heartbeat keep my time.
These trembling hands want work.
These clapping lips want song.
To you I lift a styrofoam cup.
Pile on, dear God, pile on!
Sometimes I played out in back of the meat mart,
hoping maybe the Polanskys would see me,
let me into the pool,
let me ride the horses,
or let me watch Steve's go-kart.
One day I opened a drum by the rendering plant.
Inside were the eyes of a hundred head of cattle,
some looking this way,