vendredi 25 février 2011

a proverbial undoing

this barn needs cleaning out
from cunt to cranium
a vascular sweep
vacuum out the viral load
the glut of sweet feces
all the dreams all the belief
leave it empty
stark and unblemished
the clogged arteries
the poisoned stomach
replace all the earth
with fresh dirt

then plant no seed there
just leave it alone
a sign in the wilderness
bring no vase of flowers
to place in the corner
nor enshrine the undoing
with public symbols
no fat buddha no crucifix
do not write a hymn
no proverb or allegory
on no mountain sing
that she died for your sins

best forgotten or vague
the history of the undoing
children will grow afraid
and dogs howl at nothing
the cult of the fatal must
at all cost be prohibited

2 commentaires:

Mary Stebbins Taitt a dit…

Some excellent lines in a heartfelt poem. Plant no seed. I love the fallow feel of this.

Moineau En France a dit…

yes, i was hurting badly that night. it was my safe way of finishing it. xoxoxoox