home | audio & video clips | bio | books | contact | interview | poems to read |
review of Naltsus Bichidin | review of Shake Hands | what friends say | what's new |

The Spiritual Thing

How reliably can we take
the endorsement of the gods?

their touch the indispensable
blood storms the refuges

from another maudlin hell
where Lawrence was reborn

to spill blood & Wingate
on whose head the Japs

placed a price, went mad,
the unveiled head of Chinese Gordon

for which a price
was redeemed.  The exhaustion

of hotheads, or the acolytes
the gods sloughed off

Rashid Ali, sharif
of Mecca, rambling about

the middle world between
water & air, still short

of earth.  A dry space
without rain, or wild pigs,

tipping from the gloom
of war to the gloom of spirit.

back to the poems menu


webspace provided by: