What We’ve Done (A.S. Patric)

Posted on June 20, 2010 by in Heightened Talk

 

so we took the rhyme

out of poetry

and the reason

out of song

we took rhythm

out of voices

chose flat,

unpretentious faces

and smiled in ways

and days

lazy eyes and

wandering

laughter

looking for new methods

with dead means

inventing

terse terminology for termites

found

desiccated deracinated dreams

flakes of skin

and dusted hope

swept to the corners into piles

swept under and up and away

broke Shakespeare’s bones

skull-fucking the past, and fast

conquering death with a grin

one orgasm at a time

and we’ll call it poetry

in ransacked                                         mother tongues

coming up with Roman coins

she whispers from the stage

‘the murderous heart of Caesar

must be unafraid of daggers’

because I’m still dreaming

Pax Romana without the Romans

without iron swords or empires

a new kind of colosseum

for a new kind of poetry, that

is ready for lions and bears

is ready for other Roman games

like crucifixion and decimation

that sees the stage as a place

worth spilling your blood

and now she says

‘I’ve seen the past and future

and you and I are neither

poetry is what remains now’

and she leaves

me

wondering

what else to do

with                 everything

all the things that I need

to                     sacrifice

she answers as she exits

‘we have hidden the world

in these ancient skulls

we wear as our heads’

a new kind of poetry

that requires Roman skills

with hammers and ladders

aqueducts still running

that offer digital blood

digital circulation, a heart

a perfect reconstruction

an ideal systolic

diastolic

digital

rhythm

that says

poetry is

poetry was

poetry never                ceases

she whispers from the wings

‘it doesn’t matter what we’ve done

look at what poetry does with us’

 

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