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Elegy of the Soul
And remember that Death will be your Life
And Life precedes Death
squinting at concrete obituaries
ingesting miraculous mirrors
spoonfeeding the nectar of the gods
this elegy has no form
yet appears everywhere
in many variances
She is speaking to us now
speaking to us in our silence
speaking to us, thus, becoming reality
Allen Ginsberg wrote "Death is a letter
that was never sent"
Where did it come from
Where is it going?
The river of life
I hear it is said
that life does not take needlessly
that only its shadow death does so
Why?
is the river too shallow
too deep?
No time for séances
no time for nirvana
no nirvana does this
no nirvana would delight in
destroying light by encasing it
in sinister Roman dolls
rabbis crossing Fifty-eighth Street
embellishing their suits
Chiropractors milling on Thursdays
not realizing the Eternal Tuesday
echoing like a siren in their cubes of mind
Geece soar over Cuba
lamenting the decomposition of
Fidel Castro's oil-filled hairpiece
——As if it had half the sentience to call itself
a hairpiece!
Morbid stairs coil upwards
towards the bank depository
of all souls inhumanely incendiary
What do you have to say to yourself
O Masters of War?
Why not become Friends of Peace?
Why not restore the Heaven on Earth
as we were meant to live?
Balladeers out-sing self-preservative cats and dogs
cats and dogs who are taking the next train to the moon
Lovely harmonies wash over Trafalgar
stand vigil around Mississippi
guarding with their very chords
the essential serenity that is now
still serenity
Woodstock rises from its grave
Hendrix whirling wildly
Crosby Stills Nash and Young becoming one with the crowd
vibrating to that golden tune
"I think the biggest disease the world suffers
from in this day and age is the disease of people
feeling unloved."
Country Joe and the Fish sing again to say NO to war
in all its forms
John Lennon once more walks New York City
spreading peace, love, and hope
Peace, war, peace, war, peace, war
The ultimate tug-of-war decimates the world
Allen Ginsberg recites Howl to a receptive flock
of bystanders, some veterans in the wars of the
left brain versus the right brain
Bow-tied logicians brawl noiselessly with star-struck bohemians
as emotions shrivel up and turn into glass trees which bear
equally false fruit
Members of the Situationist International glare at the newspapers
glancing the headlines for word of undelivered prosperity
as promised by the Spectacle of all Spectacles: parodied Holy of Holies!
the National Anthem is playing backwards from the heart of Paris
from the hearts of cities around the world
Wall Street schemes and plots as the Prime Minister of Summer
destroys his sunlit throne and hides away from the winter
where everything is a whiter shade of pale
Shineless shoes dance and pirouette over the sea of panels
encrusting the presidents of the earth now known as the living
spectacle
Oceanic Flight 815 coming into Los Angeles
shadows of a serial series become the
landscape of self-articulating escalators
aware living the Alternate Universe
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power
the world will know peace."
In Memoriam: Diana Frances Spencer, 1961-1997
31-08-2010   N°5606
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