Other People’s Poetry: Weldon Kees (The Inquiry)


The Inquiry by Weldon Kees

Do you wear a web over your wasted worth?
I wear a web

You fear the keyhole’s splintered eye?
I fear the eye

Can you hear the worthless morning’s mirth?
I hear it

The broken braying from whitening skies?
Yes I hear it yes

To spend the end and feed the fire
is day’s insistence, night’s demand:
to pay the unrequested fare
and wave the wavering wand.

The streets are full of broken glass,
sparkling in this frenzied noon.
With naked feet and bandaged eyes
you’ll walk them —not just now, but soon.

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