Death returns: it found no resting place;
I saw it in flight, last night over the Sierras;
beneath the last sparks of twilight–!
The condor’s wings covered death’s decent;
and glides now through the air in peace!
Yet death’s tail-shadow leaves at dawn, to
return at dusk, blue-bellied full–as
if it has swallowed a whale (once again).
The condor, the condor, likened to a fly in a web
death finds no rest, only new flesh, new flesh!
No: 1949 8-27-2007
The Roots of the Earth
Death has a way of saying Hello, when it means Goodbye!
We beings on earth’s surface never really disappear–only
From the moment of death the body will change, you can’t
hear it, it simply gets foggy–becoming the roots of the earth.
No: 1950 8-27-2007
The Mystery of Life
How mysteries to be born a human being
–and then to die as one!
To be able to wash off those old fleshy garments
of bark and milky-clay…!
We are the honored ones–(you know)
given to a whole world system–:
one hand reaching to heaven the other to hell;
the truth is, we have two flavors.
Those who have not been born yet:
man and beast are not so far apart
(and very hard to please).
No: 1951 8-27-2007
Dialogue with the Devil
“I’ll make a pack with you,” said He to me (the Devil),
“I have detested you long enough. I first saw you as
a child–then when you were old enough to make friends
I saw you again…. It was you who worshiped my kinds
of sins–then you broke away, but now is the time to start
carving new adventures. I have left one sap and root for
you–let there be commerce between us?”
I said back to Him, “Dark eyed, ivory scandaled, there
is none like thee, among heaven, earth or hell; none with
such swift feet, like your tongue–dark as midnight
are your shoulders–face of a dead seabed.”
No: 1954, 8-28-2007
Selected for Death
“No, no! Go from me–!” I left death lately in her sheath
–oh! Dim it was, for she surrounded me.
Thin, are her arms, yet such a grip–they bound me,
immoveable, and left me…cloaked, as in a web,
a cocoon–subtle and swift she was, like magic, in her
“No, no! I cried, “go from me, I have still your taste–
your scent, your soot, your aye–halt!”
(But she wouldn’t listen.)
No: 1952 8-28-2007
Death Passed Me Once
This man knew the secrets of death
(he cast them over my head).
No man could know such things, unless
he was part of it.
And now he’s gone, he up and left–
(just like that…).
I called, “Are you near?” and he did
not answer me back.
Then at the end of my bed, I saw–why!
There stood in my hospital room, the
eyes and shoulders of a great being:
He did not speak, –he simple watched
No: 1953 8-28-2007