INTO THE WEB
In you is the love making
of teeth and claws
and the severing of limbs
While Mister Black Widow
even knowing the end of the act
Leaps into the web and
pulls it to him with
all eight arms
Tag Archives: Death
FOR IUDITA
FOR IUDITA
(a child of the survivors)
Artists without hands
hold the brush with their feet
Without hands or feet
hold the brush in their teeth
As for me and my friend
all that remains is the navel
And small circles
in the center of
the canvas
HOLOCAUST IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM
HOLOCAUST IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM
This is the age of the coming of age
of the children
The children
of those who fed the fires
and of those who fed the flames
And we
who are the children of neither
are the children of both
And this may be the last time
this can be healed in time
Or are we to have a new calendar
so much like the old
where 2000 pages are torn off
and the pinup remains the same
Already 60 years A.D. (Anno Dachau)
still counting still counting still counting
KURT
KURT
I am sure that the life
of my dear friend’s brother
held great meaning for a great many
He will be missed
My poems will miss him
He would take them down
into the greatness of his being
wrap them in music and meaning
and sing them back out to the world
I am sure that Kurt touched many people
in ways they have not been touched before
nor will ever be again
My poems join in the mourning
for that touch
A DEBBIE MOMENT
A DEBBIE MOMENT
I was noticing again the other day
watching a movie, strangely enough
called “Remains of the Day”
that even though you died
you haven’t gone away
In the movie
a bird gets trapped in the house
and tries to fly
through the high ceiling glass
Remember the time in the office in Austin
when the sparrow was trying in panic to
escape in this way
You spoke to it in your stardust voice
and it landed in trust in your hand
I remember the windows you flew against
and your trust so light in my hands
And it’s a comfort to see
you and the sparrow
both flying free
THOUGHTS ON A DEBBIE MOMENT
THOUGHTS
ON
A DEBBIE MOMENT
Debbie, a great friend of mine, died too young
and in too much pain in Houston about five
years ago now
This moment just sneaked up on me
earlier this year
Can’t help wondering how many people
are having Debbie moments now in New
York and around the world from what
happened just six weeks ago
How many people in the world in the last
five years having Debbie moments from
a hole blown in their sky
OLD WAYS OF WAR
OLD WAYS OF WAR
(or time to be looking up)
Still wrapping themselves in tanks
old warriors fighting wars on the ground
Like Saddamm and the Taliban soon found
when others struck from the air
the safety just wasn’t there
As armour that they thought would save
became a target and a grave
Still wrapping themselves in flags
Government no longer of, for, or by the people
Like Saddam and the Taliban now find
when others strike from anywhere
the safety just isn’t there
As the land of the free and home of brave
becomes a target and a grave
9-11 (Shadow Boxing)
9-11 (Shadow Boxing)
Bin Laden and Bush
Projectiles can’t kill projections
Shadow boxing
9-11 (Faces)
9-11 (Faces)
Hiroshima, Baghdad
And a thousand other places
This time with faces
9-11 Dreams
In the dream
I look up from my desk
into the smile on the madman’s face
in that long eternal moment
before he wrecks the plane
In the dream
I am old and frail on a mis stepped step and
I am the young and strong who catch my eye
as pushed and pushing they pass me by
and will live with it till they wake or die
In the dream
I am the man in uniform
climbing endless stairs against a human sea
only to find them endlessly
folding in on me
In the dream
I am the woman in the chair
that two men carried down the stair
gripping the wheels as I hear them say
the lady is still standing in the bay