Monday, October 20, 2008

David Baptiste Chirot, USA




Feast of Starvation
Once remember well
That all this happened--
Life being a feast
Of walking-starving-
All hearts opened
In strange cities
All wines flowed
No one escapes--
Beauty found bitter
Left its mark

Lying wide awake-
Having armed myself-
Light and people move-
O this mind of hope
Make out a message
To gnaw while dying

-d-b chirot