Poetry from Lost Roads PublishersFive poems from Heart Into Soil
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The shame of flesh When I lose the will to win I find the crowd turning away with flabby hands, slabs of flesh which moments ago, were wringing and pounding each other. Honor is like an animal quartered Now a holiday, audience in circulation. Silence as the artists exit Behind the crowd, lonely days, mob faced with pain and fantasy. Enthusiasm outlasts contempt. After I lose the will to win it all comes back In peace, I've finally peace Don't trust the singing voice Too many echoes gather mixed with the crowd's murmurs the smell of flesh and fancy designer clothes. Can the singer hear pure singing in his body filled with the desire to sing in tune only with his inner life The pure sound calls from within, touching perhaps only the soul and not those surrounding fabrics not the flesh trembling in its shame I see peace in peace, feeling it come from the heart's deep glory. Can you turn away from the imagined honor Before the audience walk away. Before the agony of shame Before all desires of the flesh burst Di home page
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