Monday, October 15, 2012

East of West



Luxuries, lost.

Amenities, lost

Even basics, lost,
one by one,
day by day.

Nothing to be done,
one by one,
day by day.

Down to one 
radio, just
one. 

We used to scan 
the radio 
for Satie,
Satie by the sea,
Satie,
now for news
whatever bitter scraps
we hope to use. 

(The news
is never good.)

Bombs whistle,
explode.

Cloud 
rains dust 
debris of loam brick
mortar bone flesh
blasted bit of furniture.

Far horizon,
shrillest shriek. 
The mean men
are at it again
blood streak
torture 
their mirth.

Sadist and victim
grunt and scream
grotesque duet
strange remains
farmhouse sepulcher
indelible signature...

Once there were luxuries,
amenities.
No more, lost. 
Basics, lost. 

Just one
radio. 

Dearth. Ever
worse and
worse. Remains
atop the earth
gruesome
banquet for some.

Then air is meek.
For moments...
Minutes... An hour?

Bombs whistle,
explode. 

Obscene 
bird squawk: the news, it's
never good. 

(Static...)

We used to enjoy 
radio for Satie,
Satie by placid 
sea, Adriatic 
Sea: Rijeka,
halcyon sand 
and
Dubrovnik.

The Adriatic! Royal
blue, bluer
than Danube, blue.
A bolder blue 
you will never view.
(It's true, it's true...)

A roll,
a wave of Satie,
basking, lolling 
by the sea,
lost.