DREAM VESSELS # 11 Shards of Creation
DRAFT
From a collage by Marsha Connell
War, at least, has become the
human condition.
—William
Styron
The sky is a Sistine chapel draped over the holy
city at dawn;
the dome a lesser eye of the sun.
Writing on clay pots, images of the sun and zigzags
could be the rain, mountains or temples.
City of clay rising from the desert
God touches Adam, filling him with inspiration,
breathing into him
and like the effigies we once were made of clay it
is said
We write ourselves onto clay tablets while the
angels looked on
we would prove to be trouble. They were right.
Adam is a reclining colossus on the green hills
behind the city
God's balcony is overcrowded
perhaps this is why he is reaching out to Adam
It's a race, theyíre passing the baton, the
invisible wand
but Adam is lying down on the job, naked and
forthright
while God is clothed. original Sin?
He will take that back where it will lie on the
pillows of Eve.
She will carry it forth, creating the races of
Mankind
but the mother ship too is crowded.
The city wallsócells both protecting and isolating
the nest egg.
The maleness of this religion cannot be denied.
Where are the women, the femininity?
Even the liongates are male, the angels, the
cherubsóall male.
The sepulcher, by right, should be femaleó
like Queen bees, ants and termitesóthis is the
pattern of nature.
In that gesture of God's to Adam—like gentle apes
reaching
through the bars of a cage to touch a beloved
companion,
God and Adam are cellmates both in prison;
who made the walls? surely not the women.
Perhaps God and Adam fell in love.
After all, God made Adam in his own likeness
or so it is written. And like Narcissus, God saw
his own reflection in the pools of Adam's eyes
and could not bear to be parted from himself.
Maybe the angels are really jealous
wanting something of God for themselves but this is
blasphemy.
Blastopore; I will take that risk cursing the king
using God's nameórisking death by stoning.
Blas blas seed sprout
beginning in the beginning was the logos
blas + evil
blasto sprout seed bad polemy = speech sprouting speech
but there is a war going on in the Gulf.
Metaphors Desert Sand, Desert Storm, Desert Shield.
A victorious warrior returning from battle
is advised to dress for mourning (tao te ching)
We dress trees in yellow ribbons as if they were
young girls.
War as a shadow of war before Eden. Pax Amerika.
Who are the chosen, and what of the Hittites, the
Sumerians
and the Kurds? A continuous world war. Corporate
ideo war games.
Who is taking responsibility for our shadows during
this age of light?
The oil fires of Kuwait, a whole country on fire
how many days will the oil lamps burn this time?
What festival of light will lend its name to the
offering from the desert?
Scud missiles exploding over Israel more beautiful
than the stars
In every citadel there is a well—even the ground
water is poisoned
Saddam is rebuilding the tower of Babel Sodom is
Saddam in cuneiform
neb-Hussain builds for the nuclear armagedden.
There is little graceto be shed. The final prophet.
What pillars of wisdom, what articles of faith to
bear witness to this?
Afraid of their own impure thoughts, men blame the
women for them
in Russian every womanís patronymic name ends in
the ova and ovum,
Summer 1991
DV 12-16 missing
D V #17 Grandpa Sam's Farm (empty file..) I sure hope I have a hard copy somewhere.
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