LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

The youth in the poet flows like happy water until it meets resistance. Flashing through the known history of things, it absconds with what will increase it; a fiery personality of the past that is lost, now, as knowledge is squeezed between the canyon of his bureaucracy. Damn the present world for hiding the gems of the human past from the poet!

It is not simply the possibility but the feeling that the past is moving through him to an unknown rendezvous in the form of his words. The words are passed through the rocks that cover the gradients of some anonymous army. The words fly through the bodies of wisemen who stand before the crazy world and startles it back into its sense.

Youth, bent toward the past, doubles back and celebrates the present; a bauble of possibilities. The flow of life is poured and emptied into beautiful anonymous souls who light up for a time and are carried onward, past the sea, on the promise of a new world. Youth, that opens itself to the irredeemable planet is carried by the wonder and power of things. It is the promise, that the putrid is turned down into the steam and the fumerole while the god delights for awhile.