What Put the Lines On the Old Man’s Face

WHAT PUT THE LINES IN THE OLD MAN’S FACE? In the punishing peace Ghost heroes’ Practiced chants Bloom and shrivel Children divided with words and encumbering devices Their lives framed From cradle to cloak Men from the grave Claiming children With drunken stories Teaching them To chide things They never learn to see Like blind…

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

sinew and steel, this corpse that rules the pieces in my eye, measuring peace, measuring its store, measuring the fate that reaches my door. I shout There’s nothing here! … at least nothing worth paying to see.