Choke on it

15Feb2010

Swallowed words
the unending reroute
made habitus
Like a lightning rod
channelling all that power
into something earthy
where it can vanish
So then has the tongue become
bolted fast
and in silence perishes
all the fatal kilowatts
The unnatural made routine
because strength is not always for display
but often deeply silent
only then can it be personal
when it needs no validation other than its own execution
day in and day out
in silence
and no herald or compliment
and there will be no need
soon
not immediate
but soon
for this inhumane martyrdom
is on its last legs
and we will breathe again
So
Smile back. and swallow.
because only a fool puts on more canvas
waiting in the eye of the storm.
The good sailor checks the hatches,
pumps the bilge
and prays.
Now
Odysseus tied himself to the mast
to burn and twist in agony for the Sirens Song
while the lesser men rowed
ears plugged against the danger
Was it wise? Advisable? Did it accomplish anything?
Questions of opinion and speculation
but in the end
it is for Odysseus alone to know
whether survival was worth the pain.
Silently
teeters the calf
in the face of facts
facts quantifiable and known
logical simple facts
your hands do not tremble to grip the ropes
your muscles tense to pull
and so poised do we find the scene frozen
the moment between empty faithless starvation-hope
and the cold, comfortless hope-less facts
Swallow
in the hot desert sun
one last time
before we pull down another god
for smelting into anonymity
and close our hearts a little more
against that all religious dogma
Love