LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

The proud and the vulgar are produced at a steady rate in the culture. The poet doesn’t mind; he simply asks them that he be given time to allow his spirit to work out the impressions that are left by the vulgar proud. They circle around themselves, feeding on each other until the sky fills with blood. The earth chews and devours itself to produce passage to the sleepless poet, who listens to ghosts and animals at night.