Song//Verse 7

A song of hope and redemption

1.

 

the end …let’s resume

 

 

. . . sing for joy,

sing to cry.

to the ineffable,

to long before // now moments,

scratched in hieroglyph diaries. 

tales of surrenders // to our surroundings.

lava and fire // flies // severs light from dark

ancestral histories // chanted shadows and echoes

hip // hip // hypnotic. wander,

wonder // wander back; meaning in 

meanderings.

 

sing for joy now.

if you know // if you don’t.

it won’t matter, we all know

joy or we haven’t // so

we cannot or can sing in diminishing

thirds of life or astonishing halves,

knowing that life has the heat,

the generator // the fuel and flame,

to go on without singing.

or with.

 

sing for the missing

you’ve done.

all the dying // you’ve done.

evacuate // everything

already vacant, homes,

exhume graveyards.

 

2.

 

sing for the building

you’ve done.

the fortresses or bridges.

exits // entrances

that pre // pre // preserve unblemished

ideals of per // per // perfect horizons,

of un // dividing our divisions,

while your life lapses // collapses in

re // re // reverse - - - reverberation,

your reflection shatters.

sing the click // click // click neon red.

you’re in danger // there, we’re in

danger // here.

something is wreckage // there.

 

sing to celebrate the plants //

and planets you wanted, so

much to touch // but could not.

instead lay your head, this

one time // in my lap // my

promise is to make it calm.

one time at least.

 

sing as a wisp …whisper

of smoke // on high.

on the wind // a talking bonfire,

recites past-tense phrases

from seared // pages // re-assembled

without corner // straight-edge pieces.

 

3.

 

we are distant // or too near.

sin // sinister smokestack steeples.

listen // voices that divine

rights // wrongs, morality

is different in acrid // acid air.

 

sing in tongue bitter // harmonies that

decay under the final resurrection.

anything can // be

bless-ed //

blessed.

sing the white chalk cancer // off

my bones, with melodies of rain // i sing

in day // light. i’m clouds - in sleep // in

my lungs, rhymes of thieves, species, genomes

of destiny’s beat; spinal cord rhythms // i

recognise. that calling out // song, slashes of

syn syn syn syn // co co co co //

pa pa pa pa // ted ted ted ted,

lightening across electricity

pale skies // clarion clear.

go home. from travel.

 

sing to decimate these

soul // seething // seizing words.

may we be the last ones

to sing songs // so ravaged.