Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

the black bee (2007)

we found like a gift
pristine, unblemished
stilled on the stairs, perfect
as frozen mink
placed there by a shadow
furtively nameless.

i was awed enough
to lay it out in state,
this preserved velvet silence,
on a white plate for viewing.
something this magnificent
deserves attention.

odd things just happen
sometimes. we may question why.
why is there a why?
i stroke the cold pelt
then lean in to whisper
‘poems start like this’


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