LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

Life is well until it discovers the possibility of its own instrumentality . Then it separates and begins to war. The poet watch it unfold and converses with the available gods. The gods too , are aware of the putrid strife . The poet sees that the gods have been beaten from their lair by the inhuman noise of the species. The gods want the species to leave the stage. They question to themselves what strange virus has entered their heads..

Gold that spills from the free treasure trivia of the heart of heaven! Wonders that are encoded in moving things ! Revolving sky open for the mind that looks.

But what? They do not know anything but their toddy beauty? Time will roll them to ////////// of dust, and the laughter of the poet will be eternal.