In Proximity Of Cedars, What Presents? - Circa 1978 Poem by Warren Falcon

And who
can turn this total thing, invert
and let the ragged sleeves be seen

He shall step, he
will shape, he
is already also
moving off

_____into the soil, on to his own bones
he will cross

- Charles Olson, from 'In Cold Hell, In Thicket'


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he will cross

say out loud

in dark House

in thicket to the

Master of Thirsts

all kinds,


I drink.


No real taste

for blasphemy, me.


But can swallow

bears whole, me,

Ursa Major,

Ursa Minor.


Stars. Clouds.


Even skins, the creeps

and willies, me.


What presents?


Venal sins

and mortal, me,


vowing


remember

the water spring,

pure day


forget thinking,

say,


don't try so hard,


hear nearby cedars

scrape, entwine,


they sigh, they


agree

with last this

thought


wishing

as I did,

do still, pray,



they'd always

deciduous be

and not overly evergreen.