“You are charged Before this court… Guilty or not guilty?” And a man Whose history Indicts his accusers Is asked to Sum up his life In one word
Here Lies Buried (For Pee Cee)
Here lies buried Our thoughts. Thoughts which in The elasticity of our imagination Produced impregnable fortresses Of justice and equity. Here it lies – In this vomit of merry wine and flesh. And we stand Talking through sour mouths Of what the draft plan says. Talking that we may drink again!
After the drill We were let into The secret
And armed with The secret, We can now go And rule over others.
The secret being That they do not Know our secret Is the drill
You beggar sitting
You beggar sitting with despair – Plate empty, Cheeks furrowed, Eyes bereft of hope and dizzy, Neck thinned out – The churn of your belly Reminds me of rainstorms
I’ve been to the theatre – The author wrote you, The actor acted you – Fit as a fiddle. And you sit, Not knowing how much laughter They’re causing the well-fed By your mockery.
Water in unbounded expanse Rolling itself into giant waves The size of huge buildings And hauling itself against the shore Repeatedly As if in protest Against something