Sky And Wood Collection


To end ignorance
the chef
a religious fellow,
renounced all desires,
but for the wine of truth
in great writings

A note from heaven
not a feather
he tried to get
on a beach. With a

bottle of Vermouth
he stood in search of truth,
a raw chicken cutlet in hand
looking for a chef’s promised land
that perfect recipe to make ends meet,
to make his cooking nirvana be
the ultimate stew,
but he had only torn pages
missing those spicy truths
just known to a sage,
and only a grappling hook
on a blanket to cook.

When a movie star came by to say
the truth is up there in the sky
he threw the hook up in the air
repeatedly despite the stares. My recipe

must be part of truth he said
the root of flavored
cotton candy skies. Although

before the truth he could hook
a bird of hunger just swooped
down on the cutlet
tearing it loose. Foolish

bird he shouted
how can you really make out
with recipe not in your snout?
She’s commin’
in the rain, ’cause
she remembers,
dares to end
this game; there
can’t be a hangin’
to blow away a soul

Cross to no one,
I’ve been prayin’
a witness
saw me saw wood
way across the hay
by the hardware store

couldn’t be here
stabbing a man like
it’s been said,
even if I would
want that devil dead

Through all my hard knocks
I stayed sane
and could never be mean–
can’t hang me on the hardwood tree
’cause she’s comin’ in the rain

She’s gonna testify she heard me
saw wood to build a gallows;
that blind girl knows my trouble
remembrance not crying very much,
but if she cries today for me
my end I wouldn’t know,
’cause she’s comin’ in the rain
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert