LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

The ways of destruction are many these days. "What iron rivers stand between the poet and his infinity?" The people do not know his joys, therefore, they resist his sorrows. He has to refuse many things that are commonplace.

Will his sorrow survive the assault of human nature and its instruments of destruction? Every step destroys something that can not afford to be destroyed. He protects himself from the attacking worlds. "Are you not here poet, and subject to the same world as the others? Books and dreams will not save you from the mad world. The angels you call on move discretely between the visible and invisible shelves of the bleeding universe."

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