Blood Upon The Moon

Poetry is far behind me now:
I have lost the gift of music,
the memory-hidden silences.

That place where once I lived, in
glory, is occupied: by
cruel forces of the invasion.

The armies of the ignorant
twitch, and kneel:
they leave their blood upon the moon.

©Dean Baker

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Parliament

Through this fog
the handsome killers walk:
this country
has its share of common sense.

In this flight
the moon a pus eye:
her hot blood
has no color for us.

You don’t say
what there was to explain:
enough of beauty and the world,
I don’t care what they do.

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Ready

What to do when I’ve been
missing you, and
have no right and every reason to –

I stitch my smile on, feeling
impatient for your arrival:
ready and willing in my denial

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The Uselessness Of Want

You seem eager
to be gone, my dear
mother; shrunk
upon the pillow, your

anemic swirl of hair
twists to a dying curl,
curiously mouthing
the inarticulate word

the sentence done:
as if you were an acquaintance
hurt into further distance,
your soul pointedly surprised.

©Dean Baker

for my mother August 23, 1912 – October 15, 1978

first published in Jewish Dialog

********..from a review…”Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems… instead of Emerson’s “Whim” above Dean’s lintel we might assume “Melancholy” resides here… that dark brooding that laughs below, and rises through the bones to jerk you awake from your too lazy sleep of existence.”***********

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Hinterlands

If I’m alone I know
it must be my moral
leprosy: why otherwise

The old cliché that all
a lover wants is a lover:
mouthing the darkness away.

You would call it neurosis, but
who among the best
of us isn’t sick of something?

There are so few words
I want to use:
for this fearsome beauty of loss

For what is earned, and
what is not:
for all these things I do not choose

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