As/Is







11.14.2003



As Erysicthon,
we may discover our
children have become
horse then bird
ox then stag

while famine consumes
our house from within

something may die
for the oil who powers
our chainsaws and
inexhaustible hunger

who will recognise
our sons and daughters?

where the men who open
their mouths in slander
against matter - trapped
in a Cartesian dream

a single leaf falls at
the four-square golden
gates of Jerusalem

a single explosion may
erase the memory of
an entire generation

the old men of the demos
will watch as a famine of the
imagination overtakes us
in our dreaming chambers
and only the meat living
on our own bones
will nourish us

until we are
left only
with our
breathless
mouths