Kit Kelen #341 - propelled

341

propelled

what is the most useful thing in the world?

all of the universe holding its breath

desert island scene

everything about to be

to do its being stuff

a sun stuck setting

the moon getting dressed

then this meteoric fall

the sea above the dreaming

all waiting for me to decide

what's the most useful thing in the world?

everything fresh

much older than the rites of witness

green grass more ancient

than the watching mantis

or this warm blooded new arrival

the one with wings who soars

sun's the newest of them all

what fool was it thought of fire?

there's so much junk to choose from

at last the island chooses you

what have you brought?

what would you keep?

how will you hang yourself up

between palms?

all through life

this voice

couldn't work out

whether I pursued it

or it me

old scratchy recordings

washed up

couldn't make out a word

here's the sacred river running

and here are the cities of the plain

clay feet

Ozymandias off with the clouds

is it sarong or sausage

pillow or portmanteau?

nothing more useful than a poem

it turns the day around

this bread for the hungry soul

makes up for almost any lack

these are the tears that wouldn't have come

that's what a poem can do

last thing I heard was a death bed confession

just a bunch of mumbles

the benediction mine

between the lines

when life was lived

in the very breath

of words