Nancy Chen Long


Brother, first bring a gift
clean and resplendent.
This widow’s hand was haloed
and purified with sacrifice.
Shall we worship a broken ship,
some holy thing invaded and spoiled?
Someone has been wronged and God
will not leave. Here,
thy gift. Be reconciled, Brother.










This poem is an erasure of My Daily Meditation for the Circling Year (1914), by John Henry Jowett, the "January 25th— First, My Brother!" entry. I was doing a poem-a-day challenge with some other poets and stumbled across this book at the fabulous gutenburg.org site. A good number of the entries in the book seemed to scream out for erasure, which was just what I needed at the time. I find erasure and other found poetry to be a fun and effective way to shake loose the mind when I'm stuck on some other poem.