Fear Of

Reckon the name and the names
Not seated at some heavenly party
No, not grouped like that

In name, in face
Reckon the vinegar surge
Up chest and temple through –

The five thousand dollars
Death and debt and deathly debt

Fret not owner-death,
But the locomotive sting,
Heart it stutters, lurks –

Some don’t know it yet
But those who do will tell:

It comes to with a hunger, a holy drive
Clear-cuts the cliffs of comfort
Slips light through wood and skin –

To smell that voice on breath again -
My old man, old hand
Shake on through the doorway.