Go There Now

Hear, O world.  I will read this

proclamation.  This is my day

not yours.  My mouth to overcome.

After many years the knees get

lazy.  People die.  Sorrow invades

the gut.  We must be very clear.

All those miles of ink mean something.

It is an incantation.  The sound

of the pages filling.  Now the wind

reaches its bony fingers around

my neck.  I am turning my back

upon the gods.  Fate can take a hike.

That mountain to my left is calling,

calling.  It is good the sun goes to

the west to sleep.  Old age means

nothing.  You can see the clouds

link arms.  I am asked to follow.

Arise, words, see how the body flies.