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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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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It Might Look Like

It might look like

Another mess
because the lines

Won’t
end here,

Or there

Remember you
Don’t
Judge
The book, the cover
By
Appearance only

Seems to be

What is
isn’t, then
robs you of time
and

Suddenly

It’s another fine
poem, lines

Woven almost

Tangled you’ve

Gotten me
into, again
As we do the dance
Over place

Grace

And position, our
Singing
Signing power in space

©Dean Baker

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Dog Nation

The dogs have taken charge of everything,
eat whatever’s available, growl and snarl
amongst themselves; leaving garbage
everywhere as they shit at leisure: abandon
an ever-widening puddle of piss which threatens
to envelope what might be stationary

These mutts rut, half-starved and swollen,
tiny creatures crawling over them bring disease,
as each demands slobbering affection of everyone
because they breathe: their loyalty fake as those rubber
noses which lead wherever they must go: knowing
all that is to be human requires vision, or obedience

©Dean Baker

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