May 21, 1972 (poem)

May 21, 1972*

Oh, sweet Mary, your sadness swallows

me downward

                  to stone,

                                    luminous

marble grown from the goodness of the ground.

I dropped my keys, left them here

                  they too sprouted--

                                    a dome.

An awning to watch over you, mother--

                  dead

                                    beautiful

in the eyes. Too beautiful

                  in

                                    the

                                                      eyes.

"I am Jesus Christ--risen

                  from

                                    the

                                                      dead."

Oh, sweet Mary, your kindness swells

through immortality,

                  I'm your son

                                    and I bring

                                                      glorious life.

Do you feel my presence? 

                   Thunderous

                                    Hammering

                                                      And quiet

as an asylum.

                 

*On May 21, 1972 I rose again and was arrested

                  for the desecration of my

                                    mother.