January 13: The Offending Poem by Thomas Lux

So, below is the offending poem by Thomas Lux.  It has not been edited.

Saint Marty hopes none of his readers have delicate constitutions.

Poem in Thanks

Lord Whoever, thank you for this air
I'm about to in- and exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood for fire,
the light--both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back, fern, and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold:  thank you.
Thank you, Lord, coming for
to carry me here--where I gnash
it out, Lord, where I'll calm
and work, Lord, thank you
for the goddamn birds singing!

Blame Mr. Lux, not me