A Jeep In Summer

from 'Revolutionary Patience'

He gave answers to questions they didn’t ask

sometimes they didn’t dare

open their mouths anymore

not because they hadn’t understood

he was taking from them

everything sacred and safe

he offered no guarantees

 

Fire was not sacred to him or neon

not singing or silence

not fornication or chastity

in his speech foxes, bread dough,

and much mended nets became sacred

the down and out were his proof

and actually he had as much assurance

of victory as we in these parts do

--Dorothee Solle

Posted by mike at November 26, 2004 11:55 PM