LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

The proud and the vulgar are produced at a steady rate and can’t be subdued. The poet doesn’t mind; he simply asks 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.

A future imagined is a source of life; there are the branching variations that haunt the poet days after he leaves the mountain. Wonderful things wait for the people. Shame is an excellent transformer.