Autumn Ritual with Hate Turned Sideways Poem by Brenda Hillman

—i pull the hate
on a rope ladder to the resting zone…
H
H
H
pull the A on down.
A
A
A
Put that sick A to bed. Get well, A. Pinched
fire. Bring the T down now

T
T
T
Roman cross before the Christian thing.
Bump bump. Put that T to bed. Put
that Garamond T
to bed before we kill someone with it. Such as:
Whack-whack. Weapon contractors in Virginia.
Whack. Get well T. Won't kill with you.
Now. Being
able to breathe for the E,
breathe into the prongs. Slide on its back.




Put the E to bed. Get well, E.
Weird shapes around campfires
below the mind.
Tiny fires with hurt earth spirits
as in Aeschylus. Resting letters now
so they can live—