[lit-ideas] a not quite pinning things down poem
- From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 10:56:24 -0800
Wow, Lawrence. JK misreads you. Someone wrote me offlist to ask when you
had become human : ) a little liberal humor there. Nice poem. Reminds
me of the Amadou Diallo shoot down. Nicely handled.
Mike Geary
As to being human there may be some doubt . . .
Werewolf
I woke from
Dreaming, having
Been sleeping
With the pack
In communal
Oneness and
Canine warmth.
We could curl
Against the seasons
And dream each
Pain away and dream
A different ontology.
I was shaman and
Persistently dreamt
I was a man
Walking in long strides
The ancient mountain
Trails which we knew
Persisted as scars
On our reality. There
Were grottos of kindness
And love far from
The sense of the world,
Of cities which I
Could never traverse
With certainty, my
Mind continuously wrenching
These worlds apart.
Lawrence
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