Thursday, July 3, 2008

Austin World Poem Turns 7!

Thanks to our last poster, sue, who generously donated seven lines, the Austin World Poem is in its seventh revision--out of infancy and into full-blown childhood. Still looking for any one who wants to post our way, so if you haven't yet, please do!

Here it is now:

The equation of water
is always coaxed out of a stone;
a blank bell ringing
in the middle of the day.

The river
she sings
the song of the
red scent of
the daylight descends on the
never to drink from the fountain

Thirst wants what the stone needs
But the face lies in pools of greed.
A King upon the throne of the new liberal media
Seeks to set a new standard
of violence.
Pools of bullets smile at the snug rain.
America comes at last,
To the big table.

Running water rings
it is time

Running water
The running water we run to
We seek our thirsts at last

And our thirsts subtract the rain
And our marbles are equal to or
lesser than the ocean

And our music
into sand

from the fire and the vapors
rising through and over the
revelry, the echoes resonate
a distant chanting, thumping along the veins, thumping along the bones
left there
charred and sunken
rooted into the darkened earth

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