the gods i, the gods ii, the gods iii, the gods iv, the gods v, the gods vi, the gods vii, the gods viii, the gods ix, the gods x, the gods xi, the gods xii
the gods xii by Donald Kuspit
you keep finding me
where there is no self left to find,
my body huddled
in a corner of my consciousness
like a homeless myth.
i am the bone
that is the secret
of your survival,
the wordless thought
that is your flesh.
the world shreds you
with its suffering,
but you abide
in the bleeding silence,
inarticulate as wisdom.
wonders will cease
when you are deciphered;
warrior shadows
will overrun the world.
you will become
the outspoken emptiness
enduring in stone,
raw as the ruins
of ancient thought
in mutable memory,
the death that finally triumphs
when the self
falls back on its fading memories.
Poetry
© 2005-2008 Per Contra: The International Journal of the Arts, Literature and Ideas
the gods xii by Donald Kuspit
