Poetry, The Book

Clancy Dalton

Clancy Dalton

Clancy Dalton had a chipped tooth
And was so afraid to smile he shook
Like a dead leaf in bent blowing trees.

He walked the gravel road at sunset
And shouted at the wind from within.
His dog barked mildly and scratched fleas.

Clancy used to scream “I’m the king.”
When he was all alone he felt it. Inside,
He was rocking like a baby on his knees

He climbed the stone face of Paine’s Peak,
Clinging to the razor rocks slicing him,
Reaching the top with no one there to see.

Clancy wept and fell down through thin mist,
Bouncing off outcroppings like dead meat, and
Then was born aloft bloody by a great eagle.

Clutching feathers the size of fan blades
He raced into the stars he knew from birth
Then glided gently to Earth, resting on the peaks.

Clancy descended with gold dust in his hair,
A new heart of stone, mist and starlight.
When he smiled it shone from his teeth.

“Strengthen the weak hands,
    and make firm the feeble knees.
Say to those who have an anxious heart,
    “Be strong; fear not!
Behold, your God
    will come with vengeance,
with the recompense of God.
    He will come and save you.”
 Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
    and the ears of the deaf unstopped;
 then shall the lame man leap like a deer,
    and the tongue of the mute sing for joy.
For waters break forth in the wilderness,
    and streams in the desert;”
Isaiah 35:3-6

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