The cosmos hangs from a thread, a
lifeline. Yes, Flem
was with us, up at Verm –
helped Dad, me & Jim (brother)
dig the cabin foundation. Flem’s
father was MN State
Flem died of AIDS. There are these themes,
signs... the padre of Hart Crane,
Abraham with scimitar
squeakin’ by with a warning... O Cain,
thy brother calls thee from the ground.
Hobo sleeps by the river;
his thyrsus nods, a glimmer
of August grass. Mullein, dock... diamond
pine-cone (piñata by the Po). The tree,
the tall cedar of life,
Malcolm! She’s your wife,
you know. Nehushtana of Liberty.
Evergreen, year-round. The shadow
owl knows (lives there) –
Spinoza cave-winds tear
up the forgery of terror (low
blow put into Vladimir Kiev-doom).
I’m singin’ with the stars,
Flem, Jim – after the wars.
Mr. Catenary Ted bojangles home.