JIM TRAINER'S PROTEST POEM OF THE WEEK
NOW/HERE
when I invite spirit
it answers I am here
so the city it was
adversary and beat,
I a rout of nature
and belt of mulish love
flint walking in the wrought-iron dawn
through the mission night’s
hundred-yellow eyes—
I take communion of the room
it takes communion of me!
from my suffering this road and faith,
a coffer in its mouth
a diamond leering from its poison gland
