On Richard Gilbert's 61st birthday
 
 
baby boomers rattle their sixties
 
chanting 'amandla!'
baby boomers ski 
the downhill slope
 
sexagenarians shooting blanks
 
moonstruck
I become
its alibi
 
time-tide
no turning back 
on itself
 
Is this the way the world ends?
Is this the way the world ends?
Is this the way the world ends?
Not with a bang but with a boomer.
Glaucoma

 
glaucoma—
a seer at odds
with vision
 
light
strains the edges
of itself
 
astride dreams
horizons gather
to the flame
 
under the weather
my eyes acclimatise
to their ends
 
climate change
I feel the earth
for a pulse
 
optic pressure—
vision swells up
in words
 
measured—
the range of vision
and words
 
all dark!
between stars
my light

deep dreaming a plum tree blooms

a breath of light
wind ripples
the waters
see the light
in the undergrowth
where we dream
insomnia
the moon returns
my shadow
sun shower
the otherness
of us
Hiroshima - 70th Anniversary of the Bombing
 
 
Hiroshima
in flames of being
here and now
 
is this light?
a little boy's weight
on the wide island
 
rain fills
the space that was
once yours
 
on ones so silent
the full impact
of a scientific yes
 
silence falls
like a mushroom
from the Enola Gay
 
hollowness
rings out loud
from the sky
 
i am
become death
atom by atom
 
mumbling sky
the build up of heat
to come
 
a true man
without the sounds
of agony
 
Nagasaki - 70th Anniversary of the Bombing
(dedicated to Kaneko Tohta)
 
Nagasaki
where east meets west
treading fire
 
a fat man
implodes in light
the long cape
 
ground zero
a white wormhole
opens at mass
 
after light
dark stains of martyrdom
on stone walls
 
seared through
faces and forms
at worship
 
a fumi-e
in deafening silence
stomped under
 
kakure kirishitan
keloid hands break open
the bread of words
 
in light
the death of martyrs
reborn
after rain
pavements come clean
on where they led