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

JIM COHN

Revolution

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