Screaming Lapis Lazulis
I wonder about you.
I wonder about your cold-cocked eyeball manifestations
Wonder about your infinite perfumes of peppermint and Eau de.
Your deep penetrating cornerstones of my crested resistance,
Ascending like spent lovers at drowsy daybreak,
Arising higher than your sensational spires of ridiculous time.
There are screaming lapis lazulis there,
Gathering as the argentines do after the spitting rains of solstice.
You touch my face now with your cold-cocked eyeball manifestations.
Yet, I wonder about you.
I wonder if your mind can fathom the mimosa chimes at noontime.
Wonder if maybe we can close our eyes to hear the blue stones,
For there are choirs of the smoking dead singing nothing.
There are screaming lapis lazulis there.
Life is the bearded bassist who tunes his strings with closed eyes.
Categories:
argentines, love, nature,
Form: Free verse
Jeremiah Clay
1831 – 1897
To my friends in the faith:
In life, I often observed the ants.
Great profound lessons can be learned
Within the microcosm
Of their silent movements
And relentless deliberations.
I have seen the sanguinary Argentines
Invade the nests of the weaker ones
Have watched them trespass and kidnap and enslave
The lowly ones,
The vulnerable ones,
The perceived inferior ones.
I have witnessed the regal queen
Taken and murdered by her captors.
I have been appalled and dumbfounded
By their muted acts of savagery and cruelty.
And I have been utterly devastated
By the enforced bondage of the black ones,
The nether ones,
The rejected ones.
Great God in heaven!
Where be thy justice?
Great Jehovah, my Lord!
Let the last now,
Be the first!
Categories:
argentines, slavery,
Form: Epitaph