Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 146

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                              sniffed her bloated corpse, flies

                                             whisping round eyeball & dry nostril,

                              sweet rot-smell, stiff legs, anus puffed out,

                    Sad Eyes chased the milk truck & got killed.

               How many black corpses they found in the river

               looking for Goodman, Chaney, Schwerner?

Man and wife, they weep in the attic

                    after bitter voices,

                                        low voices threatening.

                              Broken Legs in Vietnam!

                              Eyes staring at heaven,

                                             Eyes weeping at earth.

               Millions of bodies in pain!

                                   Who can live with this Consciousness

                                   and not wake frightened at sunrise?

The Farm’s a lie!

                    Madmen growing giant organic zucchini

                              mulching asparagus, boiling tomatoes for Winter,

                                   drying beans, pickling cucumbers

                              sweet & garlicked, salting cabbage for sauerkraut,

                                   canning fresh corn & tossing Bessie husks—

          Marie Antoinette had milkmaid costumes ready,

                    Robespierre’s eyeball hung on his cheek

                              in the tumbril to guillotine—

                    Black Panther’s teeth knocked out in Paterson,

                                   red blood clotted on black hairy skin—

                                             Millions of bodies in pain!

One by one picked orange striped soft potato bugs off

                                             withered brown leaves

                              dropped them curl’d up in kerosene,

                              or smeared them on ground with small stones—

Moon rocket earth photo, peacock colored,

                                             tacked to the wood wall,

                                        globe in black sky

                                             living eyeball bathed in cloud swirls—

                                             Is Earth herself frightened?

Does she know?

Oh No! Oh No! the Continuous scream

                              of the pig

                                        Don’t Bite Me in the backyard,

                                        bloody jawbone askew.

Uphill on pine forest floor

                    Indian peace pipes curl’d up thru dry needles,

                    half translucent fungus, half metal blossom

Frog sat half out on mud shallows’

                                             minnow-rippling surface,

                                             & stared at our Universe—

So many fish frog, insect ephemera, swamp fern

                                   —So many Ezekiel-wheeled Dragonflies

                                             hovering over old Hemlock root moss—

                                   They wont even know when humans go

Waking 2 A.M. clock tick

                              What was I dreaming

                    my body alert

                    Police light down this dirt road?

                    Justice Dogs sniffing field for Grass Seeds?

Would they find a little brown mushroom button

                                             tossed out my window?

                    BI read this haiku?

Four in the morning

                                        rib thrill eyes open—

                                             Deep hum thru the house—

                                        Windmill Whir? Hilltop Radar Blockhouse?

                              Valley Traffic 5 miles downtown?

               When’ll Policecar Machinery assemble

                                             outside State pine woods?

     Head out window—bright Orion star line,

                    Pleiades and Dipper shining silent—

Bathrobe flashlight, uproad Milky Way

                    Moved round the house this month

                    —remember Taurus’ Horn up there last fall?

White rabbit on goat meadow, got over the chickenwire?

          Hop away from flash light? Wait till Godly

                                             Dog wakes up!

Come back! He’ll bite you! Here’s a green beet leaf!

                                             Pwzxst! Pwzxst! Pwzxst!

Attic window lit between trees,

                    Clouds drift past the sickle moon—

Tiny lights in the dark sky

                                             Stars & Crickets everywhere

                                        Electric whistle-blinks

                                             tweedle-twinks

                                             Squeak-peeks

                                             Locust planet

                                             zephyr sizzle

                                             Squinks—

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