the owls of vowels
and the howls of sufficient hows,
this be the night to break me,
give me posture, salvage the most
reverent of potential:
to have character and above
all else a machine like stamina:
to only dictate a tomorrow -
a night shift among
walking tombstones of
the dead-not-yet-death...
for an ordeal to not be a Joshua
or a Dubois in the ring...
under the microscope of
a 90,000 crowd scrutiny...
body-without-organs...
   this sigma of machinery...
tongue, eyes, mouth and ***:
no sensual deviance, strict obligation
to that zenith of competence
and reliability to be governed
by wage: best earned without
much thought concerning spending (it)...
Ralph Vaughan Williams...
5 variants of 'dives Lazarus':
O how he must have scolded that
resurrection
orishas trapped between
the unconscious drive towards red
yet with a conscious bias for green.