WARRIOR

I hear a voice

Out of the living
A cry flung to the noise
The gnawing liquid world of noise

A voice
From lips pressed close to the shaking earth
That tomorrow it might still be a voice
That earth might still be real
A voice
Of intermingled pain and fear
And triumph over pains and fear
And horror of the mornings that must follow
Horror of the noise
Voice
Of a boy in a world of men
In a world of men and wars
My voice
One of the living

Overhead a fleet dwindles
And vapor trails on drunken aerials
Arrange their sprawling fantasies on sky
As here
Within the atmosphere of being
The distilleries of fear
Hate wrenches order into startling actions

Shell at impact
Cracking a thousand wicked steels
In savage shudder
Speaks
The ultimatum of its interlocking energies
Compounded in the hate
Inspiring hate
Man in battle
Naked for protection but for air
Weaves in the danger crouch to combat
And to kill
Revealing in the garish sun
Each secret evolution of his self
Climaxed in hate

Now over all
A sudden detonation

Roar Vesuvius
Triumphal chorus to the one hurled voice
Thunder your volcanic fury
Retching searing
Rending crushing
God of a greater necessity
Concealed in the bowels of Earth

Perhaps an age erupts

Quick urges tumble
Madness is our vital pulse
The drum throb of uncertainty a sweeter mightier song
To our impassioned ears
Than all the rest
We live by change
Exult or suffer in each changing moment
And in the suffering exult
Exult
The fever of a youthfully lusty race

The Earth is young
The Earthborn younger still

Cry chaos
Detonate each gaunt hysterical desire
Each laughing weltering emotion

Paroxysm of the present
Vomiting with all the voices of the living
As with my voice

One of the not yet dead!