the sad inward gaze that is
a gorilla. And yet
we didn't know, knew nothing,
as the moment .in '44
when the shrieking, inhuman
Japanese soldiers
stepped out of the posters
and bowed so gracefully before us.
How can we go on? How do we stand it?
The dinosaurs lie down
so quietly, so suddenly,
and up come the tiniest lizards.
And we? Later? Do we just
slide quietly under?
Do I choose you? As delicate
as a Himalayan monk?
Who will tell us? The moon,
not even alive, and pulls so terribly on our bodies,
the cells, the genes below that
singing only
blue eyes, blue eyes, blue eyes
. . .
Frank
J.
Nisetich
JANUARY
No question of it now.
It's not what I'd prefer.
I'm glad, I don't know how
but glad this side of fear.
