Tom Moore


Words with Simple Order

My sons are strong. They are two. They've
Danced with a woman called Two Moon Shoes
And now their shins are unbreakable. With our
Six eyes together we have seen time blunder.

For eight days we've confounded the weather,
Washed blood from the sheepskin, bid three
Butterflies rise from a rock. The five gifts
They have given are these: to break the

Verse, to dance with the daughter, to jump
From the sea, joyful, when the nets are full.
The fourth is jars on the moon. The fifth
Is to praise God's name. In the morning

I think there will be no sun--just a distant
Bank of clouds that runs from horizon to
Horizon. They will plow it under, singing.
Oh, how I love each syllable of their names.