CODY WALKER

The Innisfree Poetry Journal

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by Cody Walker

Mad Here or in Heaven

He thought he saw a Clouded Leopard
     Roar a mighty roar:
He looked again, and found it was
     La catastrophe du jour.
“The moon’s a dead thing in the sky—
     A crime we’ll answer for.”

He thought he saw a Question Mark
     That mocked his Surest Claims:
He looked again, and found it was
     Jehovah, taking names.
“So here it is at last,” he whispered
     (Quoting Henry James).

He thought he saw a Dandelion
     Parachute to shore:
He looked again, and found it was
     His soul. I’ll underscore:
His soul’s comprised of tiny seeds
     That scatter. Nothing more.