A skull thrust forward toward danger,
A hand thrown out for Sex
I want nothing of you that is afraid or
amazed with itself—
Give me no music
That is amazed with itself.
When you become a fossil, it
will be easy for the diggers to extrapolate
from your fear-clawed hand
and clear that you needed to laugh, and
So fool them.
Make it known, through your mere trail in the mud,
and your remains in the shale,
That you followed a dream
things and people that needed no loving, or resisted
"Among some million fossils, one we found
had lived as though a creature came prepared
to know what it was here to do."
|June 20, 1977||Copyright © 1977, 2004 by David Newkirk. All rights reserved.|