Thursday, February 13, 2014

.....

Genius has no memory
and the soul registers from the mundane, from the purging that
begins to look schoolmarm


slugs into his face slugs into the officer
fragments of a creature now called little pear, then


rock shows forms of man that the murder occurred
replacing the chord called spirit


each interglacial period--the time body they came from
bones of a child killed by the religious frenzy of the ghost dance


water consciousness flat-faced, fuzzy-cheeked, but he commanded
suckle their young change to a vertical face


cemented on the slide with balsam electron

2 comments:

raw poetry by donna snyder said...

...then you must be very forgetful.

Iulia Flame said...

replacing the chord called spirit......ai, ouch.