The Heart At Its Stations


 

 

 

 

 

Love has captured you for us,
my darling; love has taken hold:
you are no more enamored
of girlfriends and the anonymous
boring goal of telling stories,
that belong to no one else of your fold

Love has you in its raptures,
my dearest; and hopes you’ll be bold
to escape the fear of self-hatred,
so many before me told: that
you know your solitary state is
only enriched by this other soul

Love sets you in the deluge,
where all has come to pass; and you
believe with eyes wide open
now everything will last: but choose,
the focus of your speech as each wind
moves almost silently, through the stricken grasses

 

© Dean J. Baker

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Of Lost Mythologies



 

 

 

 

Nothing so wasted as not to be disguised
beyond recognition amidst the cannibals
who bless themselves with savage grace, a
criminal praise and benefit of
the non-existent doubt unacknowledged

Where they eat unshriven in the effluvial
waste masquerading as certainty,
incapable of allowing any distinct undesign
which cannot seek and tell the same
as those who occupy a marketplace denied

Sensing nothing in the echoing, the clank
of fork and knife replacing sword
or shield, the substitution for bravery in
preoccupied conversations about
the news and other lies of lost mythology

© Dean J. Baker

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The Traitor Within


 

 

 

 

 

 

The ordinary human event –
passing probably unnoticed
went with intervals of laughter:
one more suicide since

Strip the grafts of skin,
pick flesh bare to bones;
leave the eyes staring inward,
wave that shaft of stone

Damaged beyond repair, still
everything done is failed, or fair;
unwrapping the gift again:
the dark heart a plum you pluck at will

 

© Dean J. Baker

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Banditry


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I offer you my hand: you swing
the axe faster than the eye can see

I tell you my love: you wish
me well with these labors in hell

I proffer gifts wise men do not bring:
you refuse permission of such bribes

I kneel down beside you: without enmity,
or attack, you pat me on the back

I accede to your lack of humanity:
you feel my politics are not Third World

I wonder where you find yourself: we
sing and stare, the bare moon our ornament

I know you are there as well: hiding
behind the True, the Good, the Beautiful

 

© Dean J. Baker

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