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| from the film ‘I walked with a zombie’ 1943 directed by Jacques Tourneur |
the
filthy clean preparations of gambling amusement on Maundy Thursday
retire
oh night
before
the Sun comes
over
slate roofed houses and
steals
you into the brass-
snapped
clutch purse of daylight
yes,
there is infinite possibility
in
the dark
sway
baby zombie jesus
comes
from the golden dark skim
of
insects awaiting Spring
all
its rain in warm pools
alcoves
in the box scores come April
full
of fancy regard for past time and pageantry
but
come May we are screaming for gasoline prices
to
come down and we blame political vanity and
its
afflictive whispered affiliations
why
does one party or another want
to
take pennies from you to give to me
or
some other arrangement of deranged
hanged
man humanity in the trees
we,
this blessed human race
erasing
doubt in daily ritual adherences
starve
sometimes for a sense of purpose
I
know every day, I do the checklist questions
who
am I, why am I here, what
is
the reason for living and so on
I
usually muddle through with extra coffee
until
a beer after the noon bell rings
some
mints if I am going back to work
but
truthfully, bread and beer smell
the
same coming off your breath
so
until death does its part and gives me
the
freedom of a flesh-less life
I
will be right here waiting
at
the corner of fantasy and scribbled away
napkin
maps in horse track pencils
letters
and numbers on drawn dotted lines
the
treasured x's of hope and those fine
parts
of
women that seem so unlikely to cause wars
EJR
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