Amos Weisz

Boats of human kindness


Boats of human kindness!
Sticks of a dismayed will to act!
Hemiplegic extent of a simple future! (And past.)
Your linear function locks in the craw!
Your flock homes in on the radar of a deranged hand!
Now it accelerates . . . the master in effigy, that sardonic smile . . .
Anarcho-syndicalist lance in the right hand of freedom.

Memories of flight through the forest of my deoxygenated blood!
It's getting a little clearer . . . the adamant pupil, again, the hieratic nod . . .
The dove of peace sacrificed in the cauldron around which they squat on the beach . . .
The pebbles underfoot . . . my successors root and branch . . . a smile . . .
A moment of hope out of the prechemical step on the sidewalk . . .
Slanting rays of lead pour their yesses into the tympanum . . .

Tribe of dead ancestors raging through my bodies' soul!
I call on you to blacken the lymph of sensation!
The fog of retributive causality, acid rain upon it!
Vedic pulsars into the stomach of the good!
He's purifying . . . a spaceship in the retina . . .
A worm of intent exits the left nostril . . .
The threadmaker sews my skin's articulations,
and the lotus is rotten to the shadow of its womb.