Eyes in the Heat
(after the
painting by Jackson Pollock)
Through fire and
blistering heat
blinding light
and withering flame
eyes gather
shadows
metamorphoses in
a blink
as if they were
alive
pale
presentiments taking form
slithering out
of darkness
into sight
becoming and
becoming
through heat
eyes make a
universe
from night.
Prophet I
(after the
painting by Jean-Michel Basquiat)
He who presumes,
surmises
from tea leaves
scattered on a
table-top
chants and
premonitions
on hollow drums,
devotions
in numbers and
charts
from the
feathers of a dying bird
falling to earth
in a senseless
heap
he sees in the
licks
of a crackling
flame
the future
known, now
and always was
the dive of a
falcon
on a puerile
prey
turning blood to
wine
then flesh
he touches
divinity
as if it were
his.
Elegy for the Spanish Republic, No. 110,
Easter Day
(after the
painting by Robert Motherwell)
First, the
silence of grass
green scent of
peace
a willowing
breeze
becoming wind
kettling like
buzzards
waiting
for the
not-quite dead
to die
only always boys
with pitchforks
and bayonets
black smoke
trigger-cocked
arms
embracing
shapeless dreams
again, as always
soaring on
vulturous wings
they come
shedding bombs
feather-barbs
and -vanes
fracturing space
splitting air
with steel
finally, again
the wind through
silent grass
littered with
metal
graves grown
over
you who are
neither
living nor dead
beginning nor
end
for you no
epitaphs.
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