No call to deny some Messiah
three times when the world is nothing
but denial. There is no denying
what must be done, Gautama, when
suffering bursts into flame at Jokhang’s gate,
circles silent with a dog dying
on a forgotten street in Shekou. No
denying the world denying power
to turn. No denying the world denying
power to act. No denying the world
denying power to speak. No denying
the world. In the beginning, no word. No
denying the first stone cast by someone
who is not without sin. No denying Spinoza.

The stone falling would think itself free
if it could think. If it could sing, it would
sing a song of freedom, fall harmless
at the feet of an army no less
an army when a soldier, bloodied
by a stone, steps from the ranks. The stone
falls, singing. There is no denying the song.

copyright

Labels: posts

[ 0 comments ]