e.e. wilholt - Bad Dream

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I.
Fate is father to man
And man destroys what he can
To bring a life to this world,
A tender baby sigh in the midst of turmoil

II.
Time
“what a lark”
blackness of lungs and
darkness of heart—
cold white evil in brain
Oh, hell
flame

III.
When his empire crumbles
Little King’s parachute flies and
Floats to smoking stubble...
He builds realms with tears and
Topples them with laughter

IV.
What am I doing here
When I can be climbing mountains
Crying into trees
Laughing in clean rivers
Changing strange babies—
Living a true life of necessity
And ecstatic reality

V.
Farther into the entrails of time
The bloody hunter searches
For the heart of all being.
Red-anger eyes ignore slimy
Matter of revengeful thirst—
Scorn the good liver, the
Want-filled lungs; hungry fingers
Grope and pull for the
Pregnant bleeding heart

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e.e. wilholt

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