Input, Output

Input, Output

Play it by hand and by heart—–

Through static, censored radio, some tambourine

jangles, interprets a crayon illustration

one child scrawled after his village

was wiped out.

The tanks, the shattered slats,

they are all re-assembled here where

this crayon, this simple tambourine

designates the origins of no particular

culture.  That’s why the child sticks with us:

eyes, shiny olives hardly suggesting deeper torment.

 

Instead, cocoa skin goes running wearing imported

light cotton, a stained glass window array—–

Pinks which gesticulate, buttery yellow, startling

purple and Indian turquoise, dispatched as wings

across this barbed wire play yard.

 

Yes, where such breathing frequents,

little cymbals begin tinkling, rings for passing

palm unto palm ‘til the crayon, the child

pulses brush fire amid jingles for soda.

 

Listen eavesdropper, hear what undercurrent trembles?

It’s cause ‘n effect strumming in and out of each other,

a million tambourines whispering, a million crayons

squeaking, scratching mere paper to resurrect life

across the power, the power

 

falling like his city.

 

Stephen Mead, a resident of NY is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. His latest P.O.D. amazon release is an art-text hybrid, “According to the Order of Nature (We too are Cosmos Made)”, a work which takes to task the words which have been used against LGBT folks from time immemorial. In 2014 he began a webpage to gather links of his poetry being published in such zines as Great Works, Unlikely Stories, Quill & Parchment, etc., in one place: Poetry on the Line, Stephen Mead.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Social Network Integration by Acurax Social Media Branding Company
Visit Us On FacebookVisit Us On Google PlusVisit Us On Twitter