The Silk Mountain

ALL THIS TRYING TO DO

New songs and old photographs
from a library book
as she creates the extinct
mammoth from silk, placing
her soft touch
on a mountain of cloth
where she has created from cotton
this volcanic climb.

This the day after
the Empire’s Day.

Wind and rain from the coast
sweeps the man from the mountain
the mountain and the man chose
crossing in each other’s dream way.
There were grandchildren,
and because of this throw of chance,
children, public gaming, and the book
before him, you might have guessed
it was the book during commercial break.
All cut from cloth.
All work and game play.
The worker’s joke: We pretend,
they pretend. We to work.
Them to pay, pretending.
Then, el Salvador.
He writes the lines listening,
song from gone and returned, these months,
now not gone, here, old poems,
ancestors, psalms, the one in Ireland,
coughing, him having heard, been hearing-changed
from the concert. Dazed, dizzy, King-maladjusted,
offering these images, ultimate subtlety,
conscious-induced, and leaving.
Such still descending spell.

Jim Bodeen
5 February-14 February, 2018

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