Yahweh my Shepherd : A Poem for Today

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

A Poem for Today

Having Already Invented the Greeks

Nothing much left to talk about 
beyond the iron law the hero butchered 
on the battlefield pierced through the tendons 
ankle to heel no different now

       an outcrop of cloud a sense of place 
       of carnage descending in parabolic loops 
       the war horse drags the hero round

Are we any the wiser are we so inclined 
at this late hour to drop a jot of ichor 
on the memory stone and twilit leave 
the hero in the dirt have done with it

       and what would we be if we did 
       (these are the questions we ask ourselves) 
       less lyrical surely vast tracts of time ahead 
       nothing to say about taking ourselves so seriously 
       washed in the blood of this not that

In the meanwhile something within foresees 
not even the end will end with us 
the taking place won't end in time 
the pages turning eternity on its round 
stage turning forever only one day more

      if only in seeming so 
       surely it ought to bring us closer 
       call at least our feelings back 
       the original of us telling it over 
       the story we hurry to begin again 
       to explain ourselves as best we can.

April 2014


Poetry like this is vivid, and brings a certain sense of personality, otherwise untouchable. The picture it creates is one of superior understanding, and devotion to the craft of poetry.