Article in Arts / Literature / Poetry
Remembering Whitman ... and vanishing nature
 
 
 

Out of the Fable Endlessly Weeping


Out of the fable endlessly weeping
Out of the machines that always break down
Out of the ground gouged, torn and earth-quaked wantonly
The people pretend
They believe in god, want only
What’s right — and step on the weak to mount their creed …
Why not? The poor you have with you always,
They do not matter.

Matter does not matter
To the thieves raiding the fable
For slogans and lies to seduce the intemperate many
Who can’t understand they can’t be the One
(Simple math of endless greed, oldest math there is)
But who can be recruited
To rape, plunder, torture, and kill
Since the energy of their bodies trapped so long in a “soul”
(But a word to fatten tyrants’ scorn)
Explodes as it must, the world in its wake,
Children in shreds of limbs and brains and infant organs
Earth will never experience the wonders of,
The Einstein or the Newton or the Curie or the Gandhi
Now under shovels
Furiously clanging, splattering
Blood and dirt for the incoming pit-full.

No birds for the boy, he-birds or she-birds, in their nest,
Watching their eggs, so carefully watching,
The boy, who wasn’t like other boys …
Loved Lincoln,
And wept when the man, as good probably as a man can be
(Which at best is middlin’ good),
Died in the swarm of race and hatred
No old-testament plague
Remotely so violent, merciless, and nasty.

Let the boy who loved a place once called America
Speak to you if you want to learn to sing,
Sing of yourself ...
But be careful —
You must contain multitudes and dare, yes, dare,
To imagine a dream.
Oh, do you feel the dare in the dream?
The dream at the dare?
The wonder that was exploration beyond the limits cynicism pitched?
The moon and Pluto and the deep-sea thermal vents?
The black hole at the center of our Milky Way?
The Genome mapped and the diseases cured?
The aspiration, the human dreaming, to contain,
Yes, contain, multitudes?

For which they will scorn you and queer you
And kill all the birds that ever flew or nested or fledged their young
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking.
 
R Allen Shoaf Identity Verified

About the Author 

R Allen Shoaf
EROTIC RECKONINGS, my second volume of poetry, can now be purchased from New Plains Press or from Amazon. My third volume, PIED-PIPER PHILOL

Recent Content by R Allen Shoaf

For the love of roses

In addition to singing (Bach, Mozart, Schubert, and others), I grow roses for pleasure. Today is cloudy and overcast in north central Florida, but some of my shrubs are nevertheless showing in glory. I'm going to try to add some photos here. I hope they load and that you enjoy them.

Curiosity: A Remedy for Dogmatism

A Mind at Play: How Claude Shannon Invented the Information Age Jimmy Soni, Rob Goodman New York: Simon & Schuster, 2017 ISBN-10: 1476766681 ISBN-13: 978-1476766683 Curiosity: A Remedy for Dogmatism Every digital device in use today bears the stamp of Claude Shannon's genius. From...

"Our Fake Democracy" by Timothy Egan

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/06/23/opinion/our-fake-democracy.html I've been reading and re-reading Mr. Egan's NYT piece. As a teacher of reading and writing for 43 years, I am very impressed by Mr. Egan's eloquence and accuracy alike. I take the occasion to recommend this particular instance of...

Straight

Dream Driver

The Beast In Us

"Tantum religio potuit suadere malorum" -- so great the evils religion can talk men into ... Lucretius, DE RERUM NATURA, Book 1

Afraid in America

Against Trump's and Sessions' assault on DACA ...

 
Latest Thinking in Arts & Entertainment
corner
corner
 
 
Latest Ebooks