Who
Does What to Whom These
questions of who does what
are of little import now the facts are we continued to have a great
public life
but our private one began suffering
& you had the
courage to leave. Why the top floor of trust wasn't fully constructed
after seven years
no longer needs
answer. Who was more stubborn about what,
who was sufficiently expressive, sufficiently kind,
patient joyful
spontaneous, future-oriented in the present who withdrew too easily
& often, snapped too quickly,
raised voices in harsh tones, grew silent to punish
many interpretations
can now remain open. You about whom I would never utter
even the slightest negative estimation
had the courage
to move first and tonight the moon is three-quarters full & low
in the sky, ready to be nuked out of its magical
realist existence
at a moment's notice. Like your green velvet hat trying to communicate
to my blue and yellow plaid scarfsometimes patterns,
that should
keep adding up, don't. It is a new year. Throughout the globe are boiling
new wars,
deathsquad skeletal remains, missile-launched putsches,
nuclear brain
tumors, corporate-designed electroshocks, frozen homeless limbs, buzzsaw eco-murders,
neo-fascist soldier rapes, televised infanticides,
poked eyes
flying past 10,000 stations & you and I: Now from separate rooms & separate
streets
we will both speak up.
Eliot
Katz 1994 |