No Love No Hate for Bill Morgan

by Neeli Cherkovski 


throw the book away
let it decompose
in the stream
throw your pen into a cloud
grazing jagged winter peaks
as governments fall
no love no hate
only steady cold breeze
over a curving coast
no good or bad
just an elk gazing
at the blue void of sky
no mind no science
merely mesquite and
flowers poised to perish



he cracked his head
on politics philosophy poetry
then sat by the place where
white rapids begin
a long relentless trip



simple rust
on branches
over a magic screen
words more words
music and words
to bend like an ancient bow