Wednesday, March 17, 2010

1 Kings 19

"I have had enough, LORD," he said. "Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors."

I am tired.
Of night.
Of tireless godless moaning
pain and pleasure wailing on our beds
of straw I am tired. Of waste.
Of taking down trees
to strip their leaves
and print green faces and green
monuments to greatness. Of jade /
silver / sapphire / gold and azure
indigo / cobalt / and emerald
eyes like coal.
Blinking smoking seething.
I dreamt I touched the holes
in your forehead / the center
of your palms / your heart.
Streaming rubies
stained my fingertips
and darkened my tears I am tired
of night I am standing
in the Sahara / Gobi / Kalahari
on a rock with arms up wide toward the east
heart wide toward the rising fire
in the dark.