october 2020

 

 

                              (i)

 

 

...squeeze the world’s heart overmuch

and that ululating zero

 

that dusty face of the void

will become forever mute

 

and perceptive death will

as it always has

 

turn and gloat in silence

the earth’s soul firmly between its teeth

 

watching, squeezing

the scented hominid

 

as it again cossets itself for war

the ululations piercing

 

the preparations surgical

and yet the signs are so easy to miss

 

that moment of abandon, for example

when even the dust seems erotic

 

when that mewing of a new-born child

is really the cry of the universe

 

a cry that should open the void

not lament its passing...

 

 

 

                               (ii)

  

...they are the ones whose words

fossilise in mid-air

 

whose rituals include

the swallowing of a stranger’s tongue

 

they are the disparaged ones

the tattooed ones

 

the raw, fast-fed ones

who pull trees from their eyes

 

extracting iron from tears

whose only goal is to grow genitals

 

inside the brain

the place of smart erections

 

that pull in the passing crowds

thus sending the vitreous light

 

the refractionated truth

ever deeper into the steel men, the ammonite men

 

who crush and swallow

the teeth of strangers

 

but where, where are those words

those shibboleths that would make the marrow bleed...

 

 

 

                          (iii)

  

...just what are you really chasing

is it the meteor of your own pain

 

the streak of fire across your back

or is it the child you were

 

who seems now to hold the hand

of the methuselah you have become

 

or perhaps it is the vanity you seek

of your own dissolution

 

these indictments that strap you to the rocks

that tip your insane blood back into the rivers

 

for after all your memories are just molecules

that once belonged to a fish

 

to that spinning ego

they once called a galaxy

 

so tell me

if rage cannot appease rage

 

what then is the point of capturing

what it is you chase

 

tell me please

before the meteor strikes...