O future bards chant from skull to heart to ass as long as language lasts Vocalize all chords zap all consciousness I sing out of mind jail in New York State without electricity rain on the mountain thought fills cities I'll leave my body in a thin motel my self escapes through unborn ears Not my language but a voice chanting in patterns survives on earth not history's bones but vocal tones Dear breaths and eyes shine in the skies where rockets rise to take me home | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS AN EVENING PROSPECT by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER TO W.A. AND H.H. ON THEIR DEPARTURE TO EUROPE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |