Old guy goes downstairs reeling <br />and shying at newel and banister <br />while how his feet once blistered <br />the treads is what he is recalling, <br /> <br />for the young know how to balance. <br />Christ help all who wobble, <br />stagger, trip, step double, <br />and are their own hindrance, <br /> <br />oh help them. The day is fine out, <br />bright cold, the blood tingles, <br />in the yard laughter jangles. <br />It's a great day to fall on your sinciput <br /> <br />blonk!--and the world is dipping, <br />breath is thin, vision blurred, <br />what no one says is what you heard. <br />Look at the bright blood dripping.<br /><br />Hayden Carruth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goes/
