POETRY: THE WORLD’S BUNDLE
Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore
Posted Dec 8, 2004 •Permalink • Printer-Friendly VersionTHE WORLD’S BUNDLE / NOVEMBER 3, 2004
I’ll put the bundle of the world entire on my back and
head windward away from its chill stillness
along the ridge road out past the edge
A whining dog might bring you
to your senses
Autumn trees casting the gold coins of their
leaves down at your feet in drifts
might show you real wealth
An icy wind that could slice your head from your
neck from behind in the name of
none but the change of seasons might show you
another’s bitter truth
But know that lowering a bucket far down into the
dark well of the heart is required when
unjust bulwarks loom so menacingly against a
thundercloud sky
Passing one dead man suspended in a tree-crotch
then another and another over there among the
stubble-field’s hay bales
can’t deflect your main intention and its
carrying-out
to enter past the four elements and their
hybrids and nervous thoroughbreds
A ghostly presence at the doorway will only let you enter
into its ghostliness
so pass by that sound of squeaking hinges no matter
how inviting it may seem and don’t let your
profile make an impression in its haunted wax for even
one particle of a second
but keep to the path
set out from within you
and so shall I
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Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore
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