my father's fading

tinker, tinker 

tin, tin, tin

the light of his own time

blown from human circumstance 

like electricity that began at a bell

now the rest of some obscure color

tintinnabulation

the smoky arrangement of this word

from ripples of my father’s fading

a bell ringing throughout my toes

tin, tin, tin

tintinnabulation

his hands, teeth, guts, thoughts even

might be stars or railroad spikes

he has to be stars

tinker, tinker

tin, tin, tin

Source:

Harding, Paul. Tinkers. New York: Bellevue Literary Press, 2010. Print.

Note: 

This is a poem created from the source, Tinkers, by Paul Harding, for The Found Poetry Review’s 2013 National Poetry Month initiative, Pulitzer Remix. In April of 2013, I was one of 85 poets responsible for creating and posting on the project’s website, www.pulitzerremix.com, one found poem a day from this Pulitzer Prize-winning work of fiction.

First published in Two Cities Review. Spring 2015. Online. <http://issuu.com/
twocitiesreview/docs/two_cities_issue_5/23?e=11089604%2F11664248>