through the open window Arrived from a wintered Italian plain Ghosted faces gather from their awakenings always near…. We have been traveling By a wind tossed sea Our hands scarred by loss With messages of darkness and stone In our luggage of drying dreams By this footpath silent as rain We embrace the coming days….. Entities Foggia Italy 1/29/22
A soft wind rain caresses
a soft wind rain caresses The trees aflame In a blood reddened fog A glistening heron stands on one leg In a river broken dolls And garments of prayer Floating past…. Entities The war poems From the manuscript Entities forthcoming from publisher Lobo Blanco in Bogota
now the endings of boundaries fold toward war
now the endings of boundaries fold toward war In the crosswinds where animals are escaping Screams like leaves blown to be eaten by men Where they land On a hill Of empty crosses…. War Entities From the stronghold White mans sabbath March 20.22
So alone
So alone
Even their pain abandoned them….
Knowing their pain was the pain of the world…
They waited for its return…
Their light still tremoring
Within them….
Entities
From the stronghold
12/23/21
ⓒ 2021 Lance Henson
A female rain enfolds its light
a female rain enfolds its light Among those whose dreams are thirst…. Here nothing cares of its color of its origin of its pain it’s rotted shawl of prayer…. among the burnt rags and tossed away bones turned to dust… A hand flung from the sky Closing to a fist…. Cast your eyes here Returning from a great distance Where souls are drinking From a sacred stream of children’s faces…
entities Foggia Italy December 14,21 ⓒ 2021 Lance Henson
President
A dead lamb hanging from a winter tree On a barren hilltop Raven on a tree limb watching whispering Speak speak speak speak…… Entities Foggia Nov10, 21 ⓒ 2021 Lance Henson
Blue like pen ink flies beyond reason
Blue like pen ink flies beyond reason A bus loaded with Guernica and the singing pieces Goethe pissing in the Rhine. As me…. rivers bleed on their way to the floating Cemeteries Sacred mules hanging from the trees…. And a brown child clothed in fear Clothed in fear… Seaside flopping on a beach in winter Shaking off its cache Of human bones Butterflies holding out their wings for plane tickets to Juarez. The sky too aflame to fly.. When I awoke at dawn the shutters were screaming while my hands Floated in assassinated air Conducting the silence of this song The silence of this song…. Song within some entities. Foggia Italy. ⓒ 2021 Lance Henson
The circle of evening rain
This circle of evening rain Quiet storm of ancestral finger prints come down to touch us To touch the earth…. Rain that touches the shivering birds to sing A droplet of rain undulates on the white clothesline In front of me What quivering message it holds does not pass through its transparency Only memory…. Years ago I knelt on a sidewalk looking into the open eye of a dying bird A slow cloud of grey beginning in the corners of its eye As the great cloud that enfolds our sleep As it rains…. this..from the entities cycle Foggia October 14 21 ⓒ 2021 Lance Henson
A dark bird with outstretched wings
A dark bird with outstretched wings Hovers in stillness in the air… held by an ancient breathwind.. For a long time Still Hovering in the beginning and the ending Of the world…. Entities Lesina marina. October 9.21 ⓒ 2021 Lance Henson
For the badger drunk
For the badger drunk Inebriated on figs Laying in a field…. A rave on brother haiku. Near Modena two park rangers found a badger laying in a field obviously passed out from eating too many figs. They tested him and put him in the vet hospital for two days then he waddled off as badgers often do. The park rangers, so elated that the badger survived, threw a party inviting the public. This event two days before my birthday. ⓒ 2021 Lance Henson
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