redhanded: a songe forre the loste
selected poems
poem ~ line etching
war with the ants
shining fervid white hearts inside the dull surface
bleached minds lifted to the great mind
you steal minutely from those who have little enough
diligent exemplary witless work
to dismantle impulsive growing things
to invoke methodical sanctity where it does not belong
a gluttony for rapture and radiant restraint
wilderness and childhood’s purposeless mysteries are
stunted in your absolute adult wideyed adulation
fat and glamourous appears the antkingdom of
heaven between the cracks
these six-legged metaphors are small
so easily squashed under the left hand or the right
a pious multitude tuned to the redeemer’s
motonous channels
you do not hear our screaming beneath the
sermon and the daily word
such noisy divesting of singularity
your saga a lulling paradise to which we cannot aspire
even in dream
i move in silence and downwind
i have raised my eyes to see beyond your reaches
my expendable voice above your constant static hum
my hand to render a more abiding world
no one left behind
even now when i move you would
mumble and pinch my mind into submission
your sacred singleminded lust a mask i know
how the redreemed dread the irredeemable
we keep you holy bartered truthmongers rising
cream of a peerless gated nation
homeless as any airborn virus looking for the host
in the wide iniquitous world
i might have crawled back had you not thrown me too new
to your skindeep demons
your fatted lord hungers as mine is starved
felled and sawn into planks for your creeping estates
shouting in both ears you sweetseeking faithful fed
my much-parabled remains to your bound gaggling larvae
no sanctuary for wild things anywhere
these busy insectuous metaphors could be effortlessly
crushed between the left hand and the right
if i could but find my hands