[lit-ideas] THURSDAY'S CHILD
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2005 05:27:19 -0600
LOST SOULS
On the corner this afternoon
The schizoid again,
A middle-aged black man in grubby clothes
Railing against his ghost tormenters
Source,
You
Who makes sacred all making,
Make him shine.
Turn his cacophonous soul into Schubert's,
His damaged mind into Einstein's,
Make Picasso his eyes,
Stradivarius, his hands,
Let Shakespeare speak through his ghosts,
Aristotle and Russell, his reasoning be.
Be manifest in me,
Spirit,
Just a spark of humanity.
Let me not succumb to the darkness
Of laughing.
Mike Geary
Memphis
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