H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
after Ezra Pound
Ghost train of Revolutionary Mind—
Injustice to none, no life, no matter how small.
We the people, beaten from light to flesh,
Are given to punishment cruel & unusual
Though by love sealed.
Awareness continues without publicity
Homeless & Haunted, though Thou art not fled
Nor mere dreaming amid corridors & ambassadors.
The seed splits the cliff edge.
Sweetness enters the heart.
All symbols only symbols of revolution
Already in progress, perfecting from within, faster
Than a thousand years of savages against maniacs.
My calendar of Peace is abundant,
Unceasing, improvised as rays of the sun.
I have no need to be known, only to shape my scars
To the grief above the crumbling casinos
Where anguished panhandlers in the gypsy hours go
On unspeakable freeways that lead to no country,
Serene as the paradise of your own true nature.
1 January 2000
[Originally published in NHS 1999, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs99/1999/cohn.html.]