I shall not remove.  Ten thousand thunders
roll, a weeping and mourning, and I shall
not remove, which is the prayer I repeat
in my foolishness, in my loneliness.
Even the tree planted near the water,
no matter how revered or how possessed,
will vanish into, through, interstices,
beyond the perpetual trinity
of harps, mystical resistant thunder,
funde, kete, shaka, a chanting of
Psalms offered along King’s Highway twining
beside the hallowed river incanting
redemption songs to what we cannot see
praying there will be no night in Zion.


John L. Stanizzi – author of Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, and Hallelujah Time! His poems have appeared in American Life In Poetry, Prairie Schooner, Tar River Poetry, The New York Quarterly, Rattle, and others. He teaches literature at Manchester Community College. www.johnlstanizzi.com (This poem is from his collection CHANTS, forthcoming from Cervena Barva Press.)

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