Month: May 2019

For I have seen him lying beneath the sun Reading Donne perhaps, Eyes upon the world, Laughing in a moment of a too long too narrow view; Speaking of a shelter in the coolness of your voice. Here, away from instinctive days of waging the “Civil War in the Cave” He came upon a tender …

He saw the remains of a broken diety and hated. He, the Ethos, (Or so he believed often enough) Began to run, to sweat in the heat Of fashioning something different.   In the strength of his hands he sang; Jealously, the painful passion , How others could go on… The violence found, the full …

Sad and disheartened, taking notes On the approaching secret darkness. The owl watches. Retaining a gravely impressive manner Singular in wisdom and isolation, He excites admiration. His loss of spirit, his loss of hope Occurs in the night, Active only in the concealment of the gloom-dreary Remoteness of himself. Dejected from being alone, Wise because …

In the attic along with the dirt and darkness Are the bones of children. Skeletons. A thousand individual sets Hiding from light. At night, while watchers and wishers assume Their death-like states, The  children play with street signs And various stuffed animals. They laugh when one willfully falls apart; They build dreams made of wooden …