Monday, December 08, 2014

Sonnet After Lines Written by Jack London

The Oak tree underneath which Jack London wrote.

Sonnet Written After Lines from Jack London

Appearances are ghosts. Life is a ghost
land -- Take, for instance the towering oak
that splays its blackened arteries toward sky,
unaware that already a pair of
buzzards perch and clot the spiral of
tributaries that wind and unwind toward
whatever blue has arrived.  How like our
own aging bodies it stands passenger
of air and time but blind as a prophet,
blind as Tiresias, we step into
this wooden shell and we rise. Shake off
that tingling rot the fog brought in
because life lies in order to live and
we'll never know how many dark birds brood
and shadow this ghost land, this life.

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