Canadian Poetry Online top banner link to Canadian Poetry Online home page link to University of Toronto Libraries home page

Saint Max

Noah Leznoff
From:   Why We Go To Zoos. Toronto: Insomniac Press, 1997.


Brother of wild-wing
beating, your blue skin burnt
to wind-light ash,
I would gather you in my arms
like a pile of leaves,
   shape a hillock to smother
in a blanket, to roll and unroll
on the ground

and    kneeling I'd unwrap you
scrub the red
from your elbows, from your
scalp smouldering and smelling
of potatoes;
I'd take the ember,
   cool it in my mouth, kiss
too the blisters rising in
your eyes and the black lips
praying for immolation

Yeah I'll douse you, gods'
   half-man, so he may sit
like a good brother
and between breakfasts of mute
benediction count
the gentle candles of
   his toes



Noah Leznoff's works copyright © to the author.


Canadian Poetry Online bottom banner link to University of Toronto Libraries home page link to Digital Collections home page link to University of Toronto Library catalogue link to Canadian Poetry Online home page link to University of Toronto Libraries home page