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
The Dead Are Dead
for César Vallejo’s Trilce LXXV
the dead are dead, that’s a fact.
however they’re heard chirping speeches
for the benefit of worn out scriptures
that hang us with the futility
of laws with toothless skulls.
we must be quiet.
listen to their choruses crack the skin of ageless theories
like earthquakes and volcanoes
that perform endless encores painlessly piercing
the hearts of orphaned keyholes huddled in churches
like ancient virgins and threadless buttons
the dead are dead and crying.
they eulogize their fates
and blame it on the judgments of finality
of tides that ebb and flow
an eternity of seasons armed and breathing.
[Originally published in NHS 1995, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs95/index.html#43.]