Bear Away

bear away

past the steel hard edge

of discontent and Muses lost.

bear away

past the itching and slicing poison

of unearned hope and geodesy drawn

to a sculpted land beneath a divine hand.

See there — the holy and high

who walk in feet amucked,

soaked in the tears and dander

of pierced eyes and tight stretched skins:

lampshades they are amaking

of gutted infidels or they that disagree.

bear a way

past that land of sure and certain hope

resurrected from the broken bones

and torn sinews of the innocent

that is to say “silent,” partners

in the discourse of Tweedledee

and Tweedledee dumb that defines

those fit for the divine hotplate

or not.

Look alive, my innocent

unborn to controversy

full of vigor and heart,

who sees not two, but one

one dance that is all in all

one moment that is neither history nor hope

but one, one.

But, my innocent

be deaf and be blind

mark not your chart or heart

with the land of the dying and dead

or difference dragons

of dimpled dicks and pussy wounds

that would, obdurate and mean,

encoil and grasp with broken scales.

bear a way, far away

I will not be there.

I have taken to that path

onto that map, a course from which

I cannot turn,

even turn to be not two

but one with you

my love, who is away.

Be away my love

away from this I see

gristled refuse of what could be

of mercy and one that in bleeding

did a new cup make

to drink with strangers and walk in hope

not of the sure, uncertain of certain

but with the dead

that they might alive be

and like me they might be

not angry nor forlorn

but full of songs,

unsung and new

And they might sing for you.

But my love

do bear away

away from conceits and defeats

from thoise ancient difference dragons

that still hold in three pronged claws

the hearts of those who see

a cup, now a lie

but that once did

free and tear away

those things done and undone

but that us do now lead

to an ordinary decay.

But, bear a way

away from this

away from here

away from any measurement

that makes two of one,

and not just one

bear a way

to something new

that I and we

cannot see.

Odd number,

this mark of three

that would chain

me and many

and you,

you my love.

So my love

do bear away

from those ranks,

rank upon rank

of Saints and soldiers

of martyrs and virgins held

conscripted and confined

to arms unarmed and yet still

an Army of ghosts

that marches

to an odd beat of threes.

Please my love, flee

stay clear of the land

of twos and threes

of the flowered graves

of diversity and

grave monstrances

where one is confined

and glass walls contain

bread so thin as to near

disappear.

So my love

as yet unafeared and unafraid

in all fear please do,

not stay but bear away,

away.


[for Noah]