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So, is this a poem? Interesting. - Lonely Boy 

 
 
In a message dated 5/13/2005 12:16:11 P.M. Pacific Standard Time,  
fatpotanga at gmail.com writes:

Here it  is:

Oppenheimer  quotes the Bhagwad Gita
"The atomic energy commission formulated its  research policy in a series of 
meetings, 
the most important one held  at Bohemian Grove..." 

I want to walk  this new land. 
Twisted iron. Fine, cream-colored  dust
covers everything, the slippers I slip into.
They are  melted together 
like a woman’s wrist bones. 
I did not ask  to look. 
But she lives in the umbra of silence 
beseeching  me, stump-arms lifted.

It has been years 
since the night-clad  car pulled up 
alongside my stride.
I was barefoot, a  refugee 
with physics under one arm.

I was escorted to where  tall redwoods 
spoke with their thousand-year breath.
I  wanted to listen to their story
of quiet moisture and  verve--

but human voices swelled in crescendo, 
begging me for  molecular secrets, 
for the white heat of light. 
The  redwoods swayed, turned skyward

as I do now. Rain pelts, fast and  gritty,
turns ashen. Around me, faces, wet faces 
so  tranquil I could swear 
it isn’t blood, but just sleep,  
dripping from their mouths.

Now wind, my upturned  umbrella:
ribs displaying themselves, open, captive, 
under  thick cloud-jaws.
Brighter than a thousand suns
I am become  death, destroyer of the worlds.

I find water, drink. It lights  up,
a fiery eye scorching sleep.


On 13/5/05 7:58 pm,  "Alexander Smith" wrote:


I remember  hearing that it was a Sanskrit prophecy about the apocalypse.  







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