AN ELEGY
FOR HOWL
from Pearl and Other Poems
When the last forgotten recess
of your ultimate weary drawer of dust
coughed out the yellow petal
of its one remaining folded rose
and the sheet of blood-smeared paper
from Pearl and Other Poems
When the last forgotten recess
of your ultimate weary drawer of dust
coughed out the yellow petal
of its one remaining folded rose
and the sheet of blood-smeared paper
smeared with poems
like ink
at last gave up its ghost:
I saw nothing.
There was nothing to see.
The best minds of my generation expired while little more than seeds.
at last gave up its ghost:
I saw nothing.
There was nothing to see.
The best minds of my generation expired while little more than seeds.
You did not see.
You were not seen.
You were not seen.
and exhausted itself in lame dysfunction
to be pinned insensate to a cluster of symptoms
as a matter of course
by moth-dust fingers of DSM lepidopterists
in formaldehyde rooms of science:
I heard nothing.
There was nothing to hear.
The eli eli lamma lamma sabachthani cry was drowned in words.
You did not hear.
You were not heard.
Jaded sincerity choked on its tongue
and shook with neural crescendo of seizure
in pig s**t halls of knowledge.
There was no mouth to take the sigh
and the final rattle passed
unremarked.
(c) 2014 lee sharks
from Pearl and Other Poems:
http://www.amazon.com/Pearl-Other-Poems-Crimson-Hexagon/dp/0692313079/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429895012&sr=8-1&keywords=lee+sharks+pearl
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