LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

The world presents its series of trap doors down which the mind flies, unexpectedly, looking to find the wreckage of worlds at the bottom. A vast and consuming world edges, without stopping, toward the harmless play of the poet who, when all is said and done, only wants to sing and love; sing from the deepest sorrow he possesses and love until he is satisfied that ht future will be saved from the ripeness of its love.

Smoke floats up from the sudden action of men who desire power and, even though the poet cringes, even weeps, the action occurs away from his consent and with a kind of pathetic fascination as though ah, for a brief moment I will know what every generation has known; the consciousness that we are observed. And that the passage of things goes on with or without us and merges with the next passing thing until everything is indistinguishable but the desire to produce something better.

The world begins by being cradled in an innocence that flames the evil of the person. Then, to ones astonishment, it is the world that has tricked the poet into something that is not quite innocent and the world looks and smells evil. So, the poet then desires to do good with all the sensibility he can muster.

Thrill of the world empties his innocence and makes him ashamed of all things human.

Words appear to him that gives him back his individuality and allows him to see that the world does not burn alone.