from Atomic Verses
I've included a few facsimiles of the first drafts to show the initial creative outpouring and the winding journey to completion that sometimes takes years. Visit my patreon page for access to all my poetry.
And soon time will etch away
All perceived defeats and victories.
It is a comfort not felt usually
Rather makes fear and honest search for meaning.
The tired scripture on the wall
Lies broken upon the lethal landscape
And all my deeds fall lovingly back
Into the anonymity from whence they came.
What can make but fear?
What can make but thought
Of pain or love once close
Already achingly away?
Floors, ceilings, float into days
And the Pale Rider, á la bible
Mounts his horse of course
And we weep like pale shades
While I walk the aisles of fine Italian wool
Contemplate my youth
Write poems, think of life beyond stars
And the world without my name.
Ah! The return of my long love of Solitude!
Built strong by my years of refusal.
A Child In Time
As a child
For a home
As a child
For a promise
Or so we say
To a hole
We must leave
After an Article on Darfur
When I hear Abdulkarim—
kept alive because pregnant
raped twenty times
marked as a slave with two slashes above the thigh
entire family except her
and a six year old babe gurgling death breaths
on the dirt by her ravaged body
(torn vagina, mouth, broken hands, frayed)—
I see it in an almost comic trailer for a film
Lion King, Enya, slow-mo explosion
the rape and murder either quick
or alluded to off screen to pass the sensors at Disney
and the story continues along a Hollywood plot line
ancient Attic tragedy
Oscars spilling out of Rolls Royce’s
celebrities crying and grinning ear to ear
until their faces split open
the unutterable vault of my heart unfazed
because I am too fragile
too faltering at a fast declining brink
to hold steady her real image
sitting in a refugee camp
baby bouncing on her lap
the only ones left alive
unable to heal
hoping the tale will this one time be
about someone else
then honest thought
wishing on heel of shame
that like those hallowed SEALs
who dive upon the grenade
she could take it all
the final resting place
of every scream and horror repressed
by power by will by might alone
she’d encompass all the blood and broken bone there ever was
HEART MOTHER POWER COURAGE LION LIGHTENING PANTHER PRIMAL YELL
until it blew her to bits
and the black deeds now
of a non-embodied consequence
and for all
float far away.
The creation of A Child in Time begins with Hourglass (seen in picture 2 above) as it was a discovery after work on the latter.