the consideration of men

by normal

“Sing love and life and love
          All that lives is Holy.
          The unholiest, most holy all.”
                    — Bob Kaufman, Night Sung Sailor’s  Prayer

an old man stands against
a rock
considering his truth
eaten up by flies;

a monotony of his days
claimed by the bacteria
of his circumstance,
a bronzed statue of his worth
dispersed into an insomnia
of remembrance.

consider a man in autumn
afraid of his bed,
assessing his sweetness
on the organic bodies
of his heart.

consider a man
killed not by combat
but by the emptiness
of his rest.

alone in the world,
the mighty crow shrieks

& the mice charge
like idiot kangaroos

against the tiny cossacks.