Anthem; or The Dance of High Hubris
These are the days of madness and
The earth cries out its churning need
and I cannot save it.
but perhaps there is a way to kindle
Each, alone, and for each other
from the deeps of our own savage darkness.
We all have two sticks we can rub together.
We must fly out over the edges
Performing intricate, spontaneous
until we stumble across a moment.
the fear-voice grows small
like an echo
or a photograph from atop a distant hill
50 years ago,
the joy, and the life voice grow strong
and full of strange woven music-
turbulent and prophetic
and plagued of knots and
When you can look at your life
I don’t care if I get rich, or end up in the gutter.
I don’t care if anyone comes alongside
or thinks I’m relevant.
I will stand here fighting dark things
with my last invisible breath
until I crumble to holy dust
and fall to the earth like
dandelion firework ash,
because this is True.
and what else is there.
These are the days of trouble and
And we, this race of man,
this tribe of
champions of the impossible-
We must take our sticks
unperfect as they are
-art and passion-
-vision and dark joy-
-gunpowder and grace-
And we must scrape hope into the skies.
Let us seed the clouds with Truth
that nobility might come raining
in a baptism of courage.
glorious divine meaning
into the sides of mountains
write gigantic poems across the desert
with burned-out cars.
These are the days of fear
bring your brush
and your pot of glue
and we will plaster the unraveling walls of the cities
with songs of freedom.
Let us dare to
dig up the tectonic plate stone patio floor of this world
and bury it in our chest;
bury it in that darkly red-lit, silent place between the lungs and the diaphragm
so that when we speak, we breathe earthquakes, thunderous
stomp our feet to our own ventricular rhythms
until all our bones shatter
and the rocks cry out,
These are the days of blood and
Stand and join hands
you cavemen prophets,
you ranks of the savagely bright
-my soul’s own voluminous self’s reflection-
stand and join
-uncertain as we are
and full of strife and longing-
in this, the dance uproarious