Sam Silva

 

 

The Educated Spirit

 

Classical and expressive

...the notes which climb this way

into my room

at the end of a late Autumn day

 

and spread themselves

about my ancient ache.

I will sleep for an hour

and perhaps

 

...I'll never wake...

 

 

In A Building Where Appointments Are Made

after Alan’s Dragons

 

What strange telepathy caused you

to unravel the mind of God

in all of its mad disjointed lost desire?

Dead breath of fire

and lingering

twitching

cold source of colder heat

...in the winter of our meat.

 

Like the attendants you walked the corridors

...shadows of mundane books

...their hearts were hung on hooks

well above the abyss where madmen fall

too far to tell

 

...a million fools to tend to ten million whores

with all of the depth of sophomoric looks

guiding passion's kiss

 

...they know not a thing, not one!,

knew neither you nor any other

passing reptile or shadow

under the stars

or under the Sun

 

...in a building where appointments are made

causing such shadows to walk or run

while the ghosts of such shadows look on afraid

 

...in a madhouse made for the dead

 

some part of you understood

and knew them well.

Come see the writhing serpent beneath the feet of the maid!

Come see Venus and her blithering child

no longer fit for spring's renewal and murder

while men drink blood like wine

and devour flesh

 

like bread!

 

Sam Silva © 2011