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March 2011


The Four Hoarders of the Apocalypses
There are 6 billion apocalypses in the naked economy, this is only one.
 


                                            death barge under the wild moon

 Like a magnet, the family force field of judgments, values
 Bound and sealed in our collected souls, the last one sound
 Of mind and body inherits the prize. Sirens in caves, we site 
 Treasures on death barges loaded with past hearts' desires.

 Ancestor's dreaming comes to light after the final crossing.

 Red, black, white and pale, the horses loose with reveille
 Calls, trumpeters with flourishes in fiesta, craven carnivale,
 The common man's clarion of rock, rave and jive. Archives
 Of bronze equestrian loot, tall, backward boots in stirrups.
 
 Brave at last, why should I fear to look a gift in the mouth?

 A bureau, an oceanic trunk, the veiled hoard of objects
 Revealed, become a static prison where no jail beyond the
 Grave will satisfy the devoted way our sentiment keeps us
 Trapped in a cruel devotion to a lost swordfish of security.

 How does one mistake a trophy for a safety blanket?

 Four sainted kin, gryphon like, guard my four directions and
 All their eternal value judgments for me to worship in awe,
 Chained to old aged hearts and the ache of grief and memory
 Fallen to me, collections looming darkly in the radiant gloom.

 Why lock ourselves in with the funerary artifacts of the tomb?  

 Hoarders habit within, object lessons in afterthought, values
 taught with cautionary logic, hoped to pass along as tales of
 legendary scope, a freakish Picasso horse tells us how to
 let our forebears go to the call of the wild, beyond our grasp.

 


 
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