LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

How many ladders through the sky does the poet climb? He disappears without a trace to areas that are forbidden by the physiology of human beings. The struggle of necessity pains him. Do they not realize that they struggle only to get up and out of. th« gcavltational pull of the «arth? The planet* hidden cone. containSf even yet, the seed of lioth hope and hostility.

Out of the whorls come the face of monsters, He patches through to the confusions of tongues that precede all great events.

He is friendly with the communication, satellite that lonely, drift through a field of conversation.

Is this the place? the poet asks. Will I spear the ground that the Indians made sacred and drive myself crazy with delight? Are the waters calm enough to reveal the depths of my dreams? Cities, cities, and layers of cities will pile up over the gener- ations. City of delight! Voices of men and women, without spite, ¥ou, great city, will allow me a moment of peace so I can meditate on the world, its objects and people; past, present, and future and all things that inspire me.

The place rotates as figures gasp of the edge of his imagi- nation. Mountains then, they see. Hissing worlds thought losti in the forgotten millenniumi But, the place?