blackbirdonline journalFall 2009  Vol. 8  No. 2
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GERALD STERN

I

                              I
                              This house shall be called a house of prayer for all people
                              and it shall face west on the dumb side of the street
                              across from the Cosmos Diner and there will be
                              out-of-date notices posted with rusted thumb tacks
                              inside makeshift windows made of plywood
                              to keep the light out and also to keep the eyes
                              from too much watching and too much gathering,
                              and also to keep the glass what there is of glass
                              from too much crumbling, and there shall be two dogs
                              and too much sniffing and they shall run to the back
                              and back to the front and one of them will be water
                              and one of them land and it is their teeth and nails
                              and it is their chests and it is their bloodshot eyes
                              that make you jump, but as for the dogs in I.
                              who also was here on Second Avenue watching,
                              whenever he speaks of dogs they are as shepherds
                              or they are shepherds and they are almost blind—
                              and dumb—imagine a shepherd that hardly can bark,
                              and loves to sleep—drowse he calls it—and they are
                              the worst of shepherds—and eat meat—
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