Dogs 2007

DEFICIT OF IDEOLOGY
(1/11/07)


waxing
winter crescent
glowing keyhole
in a locked door
of unyielding sky
slivered views
of dwelling filled
with infinite
light

light
shining down
upon the ground
all around the animal
whitewashed pools
of judgement
lapping
the ankles
clean

clean
from filth
of clinging night
a darkness borne
by sagging shoulders
a yoke of regret
controlling
a prisoner
long since
tamed

tamed
by the touch
of heavy hands
pressing from afar
with the weight
of historic guilt
much greater
than any
material
load

load
the ox
strike the whip
move the burden
a world away
but feel the pull
of silenced soul
never free
from lunatic
loss of
life

life
setting now
with moon
chasing dusk
under a surface
of calm horizon
whirling down
celestial vortices
to flow away
into a sea
of shame
forever