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Collage: What Living Water Shall Unveil Our Doors of Contact

by Paul Lastovica

The boys are smoking marijuana
on top of the pyramid
tall and yellow and ruminating
on the taste of earth;


an ivory phantom covers the plain
where herds of men drag shadows


build temples on the sea
to this living hour
this momentary truth
gnawed at by light

rotten columns of
towering green pine stretch
the conscience mirror to liquid
turning hymns to speech


ending as a splatter of stagnant water



11/03/2015

Author's Note: Source: Hymn Among the Ruins
Author: Octavio Paz
Trans: William Carlos Williams
page 95 - 99
Early Poems 1935 - 1955

Posted on 11/04/2015
Copyright © 2024 Paul Lastovica

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/05/15 at 05:02 AM

Fine piece of work Paul. Enjoyed this from start to finish for its haunting images and spiritual messages.

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