Poetry

December 15, 2011      

26 (more Ann) by John Reed

How is it you would rely upon me?
I would lie at your command, relied upon.
The words of the promise, I read, writ large,
to meet the larger vow to the larger read—
and provisos and riders shall rest in peace,
assured safe keep, and devotedly prayed upon.
Rely upon me and the harder reads with ease,
hour on hour shall be reliably free.
Rely upon me to honor my wards,
to be to you doubly true, or true to none,
to undertake the blest and the holy.
Rely upon me as if the ice age
moaned the vow in a chorus of moraines.

About the author:

Author of the novels, A Still Small Voice (Delacorte), Snowball’s Chance (Roof, an SPD Bestseller), and The Whole (MTV Books/Simon & Schuster); author of the play All the World’s A Grave: A New Play by William Shakespeare (Penguin/Plume), and the illustrated, non-fiction cult story collection, Tales of Woe (MTV Press); more at JohnReed.org

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