To begin ...

As the twentieth century fades out
the nineteenth begins
it is as if nothing happened
though those who lived it thought
that everything was happening
enough to name a world for & a time
to hold it in your hand
unlimited.......the last delusion
like the perfect mask of death

Monday, June 14, 2021

Jerome Rothenberg & Sadie Rothenberg


Poems & Images

a work in progress

summoning the sacred voice
of Shelley
a curse on GOD & KING & LAW
the echo of a poet's angry cry
against a mad king


out of his mind & ours
the mad king rages
casting all hope aside
the phantoms of the past

reborn as lies


a family of thieves
& freaky princes
how they surround a mad king
keeping the faces of the dying

out of sight


no room for shame
the mad king stares

at his own face
the dead like hornets fly around
& won't be still


a mad king riding past
lines of grey bodies
shines a dark light from narrow clown's eyes
but knows no words nor touch

to calm them


mechanics of despair
the shadow of a mad king
hovers atop the other shadows
ready to let their angry voices

drown out his own


nothing to focus on
but what his skewed mind

shows a mad king
veneration of a dying world
empty of any sound but howls & lies



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