Garth von Buchholz
The Wedding
The wedding gueststanned and tepid
ringed by falling children
will die as their grandparents died
(grey fingers curling under sullied sheets)
but tonight they dance
a crooked wooden two-step
slip the sweating floor-tiles
break balloons that must be broken
spill scotch that must be spilt
while I (childless child)
who may never feel daughter
stroke my deathbed brow
dance in drunken dervish delirium
wild-eyed and whirling, bestial, pale,
hemorrhaging, bloodshot,
rhythmically rapt
(dangerously sinful
talc powder pure )
as gestating eyes grow round at me
afraid their unborn
will be born
without legs.
Garth von Buchholz is a Canadian poet living on Vancouver Island in British Columbia. He is also a book reviewer who is a member of the National Book Critics' Circle. Garth's last book of poetry, Mad Shadows, was published in 2010.
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