NEO-CATHARSIS
Break all those bones, run the amok along the edging;
take from one what one delivers. Here is the anomaly
lizard : black panda, something easing, waiting.
Tradition
only demands forgiveness - with the
other eye, it winks.
Just yesterday, that man on
37th, crushed by a falling
concrete slab. No one
writing about it, not one report,
would say that
he was 'dead'. All they could say was
that, at
the scene and beneath the slab, 'all that was
visible was one arm protruding.'
-
I haven't got the energy to come to things like this,
to counter every accusation or refute every lie.
I
am nothing but the wind-up chronicle I choose to be.
(You listen to them, or you listen to me).
-
My mother's long gone, my father's born dead -
I
am alone in this non-chivalric world :
chasing pebbles,
finding corn cobs, eating hay.
Whatever I'm reduced to
is what I am today.
My shack leans stiffly in a wind.
I only pretend at fighting back.
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