Better Blackness

A perfect poem for any New Year’s Day and for all who count themselves among “the last of the loud.”

THE SECOND SERMON ON THE WARPLAND

 1.

This is the urgency:  Live!

and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.

 2.

Salve salvage in the spin.

Endorse the splendor splashes;

stylize the flawed utility;

prop a malign or failing light–

but know the whirlwind is our commonwealth.

Not the easy man, who rides above them all,

not the jumbo brigand,

not the pet bird of poets, that sweetest sonnet,

shall straddle the whirlwind.

Nevertheless, live.

 3.

All about are the cold places,

all about are the pushmen and jeopardy, theft–

all about are the stormers and scramblers, but

what must our Season be, which starts from Fear?

Live and go out.

Define and

medicate the whirlwind.

 4.

The time

cracks into furious flower.  Lifts its face

all unashamed. …

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