E.J. Hudak: (Poems 19-22)

Leaving 69

wrapped in khaki

alone & cold

waiting on the platform

for the train

to carry him

so far again

he cursed

the coming ball of light

in vain

the airhorn blew

& again he knew

he’d be Fort Lincoln bound

the hollow chill

& a weakening will

upon his tongue the taste

of a bitter goodbye

he thought

what men will do

to prove to you

they’re not afraid to die

but the bullet’s pain

is not the same

as the dull & empty wound

of goodbye

the piercing squeal

of steel on steel

he was Fort Lincoln bound

the train pulled away

his soul like Winter gray

as he thought of all the love

that cried for more

rumbling railroad town

he watched the fleeting town

his mind had come this way before

‘O airhorn blow

to let them know

I am Fort Lincoln bound’

but in silent prayer

he whispered there

‘God turn this train around!’

Exposition Of Meaning

Shoes

     and socks;

Black

     leather belt;

Discarded

     ivory underwear

Man:

     standing real.

Mine’s I

I know so many

in love

with

I.

most of my friends

are in love

with

I.

not a social thought

in their mind

just

I.

Just

I

me mine

myself

Christians

loving

I.

Jews

loving

I.

The I’s

have it

covering

their eyes.

The Oracle

Don’t go down to Ja-rooslim!

     I heard de Oracle say

Don’t go down to Ja-rooslim!

Dey’s evil dere today!

No don’t go down

To de serpent’s town

Or dey gonna take you away!

Don’t go down to Dallas!

     I heard de Oracle declare

Don’t go down to Dallas

Dey’s hatred in de air!

No don’t go down

To dat debbul’s town

Or dey gonna take you away!

Don’t go down to Memphis

     I heard de Oracle warn

Don’t go down to Memphis

Dey’s a death mist on de morn!

No don’t go down

To dat hatin town

Or dey gonna take you away!

Stay away from Calla-fornya!

     I heard de Oracle scream

Stay away from Calla-fornya

Dey bound to smash your dream!

No don’t go down

To dat dead man’s town

Or dey gonna take you away!

But dey turned deaf ears

     To de Oracle’s fear

So dey came

     And took dem away.

Wet Tender

Love is the fire

that we can never

keep burning

or

can never get started

in time

to save us all

from freezing to death

E.J. Hudak: ca. 1969

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