here comes the vigilante summer, 1998-
talking in theives' cant and building the emerald
city. formal shepherds of thought, double-breasted
replace the homespun canvas boys who used to
carry the staffs. the country laid out like a story-
book with eyes like owls. shoes as vital as life
and bread holding our feet together. this is
'98.
hereitcomes.
straw and wheatpaste and black paint
making a scarecrow man to lead us where
the shepherds couldn't take us. a voice ten
thousand times bigger than its owner, and
of course we thought him the guru. highwaymen
know better than we do. our purses were slit,
leaving us only the bundles of our pasts, uneven
gaits like lamed horses, treading water like a yellow
brick road. trying to make our own justice like
vigilantes, waiting for 1998.
hereitcomesfallingdown.
looking back to berlin, nine years past, bowing
and chasing each other like children back to israel.
tripping over a river with no ford. stealing back
into oz. we lay for twenty seconds in feigned sleep,
and then got up to eat. we were lost in the forest
until we grew up; and then we came back to the
world, and could not stop thinking of emerald arches
and overexposure.
hereitcomes nineteenninetyeight
starlings hopping through blackcurrant bushes
mockingbirds reading mood verse and laughing
mods and hippies in intersecting venns with jews
I on a six-winged horsethatcannotfly
intersecting over a patch of fields, built around
the emerald city and the lost forest, giving up
on homemade and store-bought shepherds and
hereitcomes lionofjudah nineteenninetyeight
Interesting turns and a beautiful endnote. I didn't even know you wrote this kind of poetry. Nice touch with the venn diagram :).
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