Bread and Puppet by Carl Adamshick


It must still be the way it was
loft of animals
branches for antlers

a painted sail
cut and used as hide

I hear it’s raining in Vermont
The large white barn
sleeping in its crown of greenery

Death doesn’t change
We can visit it
whenever we want

Stand with me again

Hold me as you held me

Point to the goat
that played its part
in the meadow
thirty years ago
and say look
Carl Adamshick lives in Portland, Oregon where he is editor of Tavern Books, a non-profit poetry press dedicated to the preservation of books and book culture. His first collection of poems, Curses and Wishes, received the Walt Whitman Award from the Academy of American Poets. His other titles include Receipt and Birches.