Truly, the lion leaves the desert and erases his pawprints with his tail.
—Saint Paul of Tamma1
i.
A wound withdrew its evidence
of sentiment, detached itself
from illusions of relevance
ran from convenient confusion,
founded a movement bands have since
proven true, sounded trumpets deaf
men opened their ears to consume, bled when
closing, though the world heard no ambition
when its hordes tried to move through sands
a consequence of sound silence stitched in.
The destruction that brings an eagle from heaven is better than mercy.
—Jeffers2
ii.
Abandoning its chorus, winds
forego forgiveness to suggest
an opus whose swift performance
of violence echoes flashes
of deaths egos undergo, ends
without an intermezzo left
hands clap to, the aching pause, knowing when
not to applaud, what example more than
halves the battle, splitting the Self
into movements only saints can handle.
The ant’s a centaur in his dragon world.
—Pound3
iii.
Lifting from shattered perceptions
illusions, sifting through damages
for collateral truths blind chance
drops to earth, scorched fingers war in
formation against existence,
pulling apart all of its threads,
opening to nude exposure what thin
shreds of being this civilization’s
noise hides from hearts, fruit that ripens
in one’s veins before climbing vines minds bend.
Clearly he was of the ‘bohemian type’.
—Dudek4
iv.
Consumed by choice, he chose a fence
and not a wall, which offended
all the more hell’s own ferrymen,
those conductors luring souls with
solos promising innocence,
wealth, and eternal youth—riches
no one else but fools would let imprison
or possess them, those things our hero in
his bones’ flight to the desert shed,
burdens he threw out before they broke him.
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1Saint Paul of Tamma, “On the Cell”, in “Part Two: Translations: [Chapter] 5. Saint Paul of Tamma and the Life of the Cell” of Words to Live By: Journeys in Ancient and Modern Egyptian Monasticism by Tim Vivian: With the Assistance of Apostolos N. Athanassakis, Maged S. A. Mikhail and Birger A. Pearson, published at Kalamazoo, Michigan by Cistercian Publications in 2005; page 178.
2Robinson Jeffers, “Fire on the Hills”, [Stanza 1, Line 14], in Poetry of Our Time: An Introduction to Twentieth-Century Poetry: Including Modern Canadian Poetry: Edited by Louis Dudek, published at Toronto by The Macmillan Company of Canada Limited in 1966; page 167.
3Ezra Pound, “‘What thou lovest well remains…’ (From Canto LXXXI)”, [Stanza 2, Line 10], in Poetry of Our Time: An Introduction to Twentieth-Century Poetry: Including Modern Canadian Poetry: Edited by Louis Dudek, published at Toronto by The Macmillan Company of Canada Limited in 1966; page 81.
4Louis Dudek, “Ezra Pound (1885– )”, in Poetry of Our Time: An Introduction to Twentieth-Century Poetry: Including Modern Canadian Poetry: Edited by Louis Dudek, published at Toronto by The Macmillan Company of Canada Limited in 1966; page 73.