LAST BREATH POEM
After watching human
efforts to save the self-beached
pilot whale at Rockport.
Many times the large dolphin
reversed their efforts and
returned to the strand.
TWO TON QUALIA-BEING:
globe head
SPIKE TEETH
all being-receptors
RECEPTORS
CONCEIVED
BY
QUALIA
a
l
i
v
e
LIVING
resonation
*x~X~X~x*
MEAT
RED-BLACK
inside
is
every where
RESONATING
slick black
on
sea edge
;;;';;;';''';;
MOEBIUS
BULK
BREATHING
HULK
this way
OF
LIFE
CEDING
IS
IT
the way
CON
SCIOUS
VAST
HEART
ALL BODY
SHAPE
songheavy
VOICE
to imagine
self-spired
SPOUTED
i
n
s
p
i
r
e
d
death-self
(DEATH SELF)
FREE
to swim
in
non-ever
FOR
EVER
all
bright
AFIRE
five trillion per nanosecond
neuron linking
in the POD
WHAT THREAT --
OR FEAR
--OR
DISEASE
--OR
? ?
LEADS NO WAY
to
follow
we laugh
together in the torch
of wetwave darkness
nothing
NOTHING NESS
needs
this
LIFE
and
now
we are gone
A
TOOTHED
SMILE
SMILE
IN
THE
WAVE
LAP
________
________
THIS
PROUD
RED AND BLACK
MEAT
LOVE
HEARING-VOICE
TREMBLING
TO GO
[N.B. A poem, above, that recalls another, “For the
Death of 100 Whales,” performed some sixty years ago at the famed Gallery Six
reading in San Francisco – a continuation & advance by a poet still at the
height of his powers. J.R.]
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