Kerri Shying R #366 - North Korean New Year

North Korean New Year

i/

summer    still the lack of calls

from birds   sunk   in cold  the ink

of  unwise treaty each piled upon the next

blown-in  hitch hikers

 on the century

of plenty standing

on the mullock pile

of penury

ii/

when the boats stopped  so the birds

fell silent too

the rain avoided  cities

began to sail away to rim the old volcanoes

lick the lids of salt lakes

lie down  on the dessert  in the mall

stumble-bummed refusing

to get up   no move on order

would suffice

iii/

the sound that tore the lids off eyes

took every word 

blown from pages  incinerated

it’s what God wants

not even the last Trump

can pronounce

it will be the century of Asia

some pundit   who flies past

on a cow 

        broom  shed   yellow flare of death

iv/

never a pillar of salt   just the same plain ash

as the flicker  of that plush cigar

portent of it all

the band said Cubana

my last thing in mind

that music