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v e s E d i t i o n
JIM COHN
The Great Magician
for
David Cope
He
found himself in a flophouse,
Living
out of old suitcase,
Threadbare
suit
Over hulking frame.
His
lama had told him
To
kill his enemies
If he truly wanted the teachings.
So
he killed the enemies
Of his lama.
Bring
them back to life
And
I will give you
Instruction,
the lama told him
What
happened to him
Was
hardly unusual.
Still
it contained
Something
deeper,
More
uncertain
Than
what is known.
He
built mountain towers
Only
to return the stones
To where he’d found them.
Live
one day in this manner
You
awaken others
For hundreds of years.
22
January 2007
[Originally
published in NHS 2007, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs07/Jim_Cohn.htm.]