3 / A Rollcall
of Names
A roll call of names.
Some of them answer from plastic coffins.
Some of them answer from unmarked graves.
Some of them answer from mid-air helicopter
.............hurled down thin the air
to their
.....................Caller.
Some of them just holler.
Bloody soldiers jump over fences in my sleep.
......Once you read the newspaper
.............you can’t get that
black print out of your brains
..................however hard we scrub
..........................Ma —
................who wants to live
in hallucination universes
once you taste a little nectar
once you sit just once by one stream in December silver water
sunlit silver with pantleg shiver rock-bed glitter
................sensing knowing Being
the connections
colored or uncolored of the
Paradisiacal Calendar!
Can we recall them all to be called up into Presence so that we
may
apologize and ask forgiveness and grant forgiveness & ask God’s
forgiveness
for all the
flesh & blood & sensitive molecules just
squandered for some coins on some acutely boorish businessman’s
table
see each one in the eyes for just a second
gaze long into those eyes and sense the awful anger or disaster
grieve the grief to the last drop
as they slide past us into space and are lost to us
......................to
face that only
................True Face that faces
them
......................................................Face
of God
......................................................facing
them!
Who unscrolls the true
roll call and hears
.........................true
answers from the snow!
 back
to top of page
ILLUSTRATION 1
 ....click
on image to enlarge
back
to top of page
6 / Money Plated in the Snowstorm
Money plated in the snowstorm or printed from a snow-flake plate
can’t begin to wipe off the hurt of astonishment off the
face of the young boy just shot in the chest.
Over and over this image haunts us
whistling down streets by boats in snug harbors,
.....kissing our loved ones.
.............Over and over the actual
occurrence takes place
.........falling over in the snow,
falling backwards off his perch
....................into the muddy
river.
....................That expression
on his face!
Slaughter becomes the punch line of a never-ending joke.
Blood seeps thru our verbs and collects in the wells of our nouns
when we dip to draw water.
This is the flute solo over deserts for the dancers,
the flute solid without holes or sound played by a spectre with
............................silver
eyes. Sitting on gold logs
...................by scarlet streams
pursuing, salmon jumping
..............backwards to the source
of their birth.
Dancers thread out of
........trees of hallucination thru
antler steppingstones
........pronging up from the short
grass.
Sky-clouds trail skirts & shoes in circular motion over the
waters.
Dancers & soldiers take off above the lakes.
Reflections cascade upside-down in the eddies.
Shriek of sound-sirens careens from silent trees out of the night.
Dancers & soldiers waltz together slowly
........................above
moon-shafts.
Arms entwine wrapped in blood streamers psychedelic splotches on
the
oozing screen!
back
to top of page
ILLUSTRATION 2
 ....click
on image to enlarge
back
to top of page
CODA
Dancers thread from bloody trees
.............to
embrace soldiers dying in camouflaged helmets
to twine painted arms and patchouli oil odors
around khaki mud-soaked bodies piled like straw in Satanic Winds
blown across stillness by the War Machine & the Money Machine
while the actual War Criminals Cabinets Pentagons & Presidents
go
unhanged cheerfully among the museum debris of a People
......................who
have just been trying to live
.........................for
some time now.
The War
stairways of horrible facts
becoming the Tomb of America,
that fat oily corporation Marquis de Sade
....................with
youthful black wig & giggling wife
.....while an old saintly white-beard
is tortured to death in a
..................................................................rice
paddy.
Light slants strangely thru the Weird Doorway.
Doorway sliced in thru Wall of Reality.
Casting its Light on whom it will, whom He will
.................to
guide or lead astray.
Patched Levi commune pioneers with lice and staph disease
hidden in hills with slinking dogs and sullen children,
tender weeping-hearted psychedelic experimenters who have
carried their alchemy into before-dawn disciplines, worshipping.
...........................lighting
incense-sticks to that One Flame,
.................chanting
& sitting still, spines straight become the
..........corn-stalks
of Disappearing America
....................................in
His Wind,
......they look out across rubble thru
windows of their hearts at each other
.....................................keeping
down
......the laughing demons who parade
thru our skulls
..........on
webbed feet, claws, bloody fingernails & screamy voices.
............................—
commands to swerve our minds into
................................Hallucination
Zoos —
O this Other Holy War, War to lose Self, War to leave
.......Self behind like a corpse,
.......War to worship God at last in
full proclaimed concentration & intensity
.............................to
live with perfection
..................in
a rotting Age,
..............to
turn on the Stereo of Silence
..................in
a symphony of carhorns,
..................breathe
small air
.......in the Factory of Cancer
...........................on
a Globe that fits easily
.................................into
Space’s pocket.
back
to top of page
ILLUSTRATION 3
 ....click
on image to enlarge
back
to top of page |
