XIX
                                                                                             And spring
                              is what he did as he walked down 23rd
                              and it was spring two thousand seven and G.
                              already forgave him now for each of his ears
                              were open for every roar but also his eyes
                              as he passed first the foundry then the derrick
                              and had the moment where he saw the long robe
                              and the roomful of wings, one of which touched his lips
                              as a moth does with a coal unbearable
                              reminiscent of the other hot touches
                              and the dreams he had of coal when he shook the lever
                              and dropped the red-hot ashes into the bucket
                              he wrote about a half century ago
                              and how his mouth was ruined then giving him
                              his sight at last he called his birth for he traveled
                              all over again through the passage with steel walls
                              surrounding him.