Generation X’d

“I was born there sunk      

back deep

in the

hollow

of great things

              torn          away”

 (holds near to him still these dim embers - the only heat he’s not yet exhausted - the living memory he cradles through the cold like religion and is certain cannot pass beyond)

“I was spat out

in  the         deadstone air

of worlds

split

        open

like continents”

(the emmence blankness rolling out in sheets of ocean void from the what Was to the what Is - blankness lapping up time like a dog - leaving what existed between Now and Then as though never there at all)

“I was dropped like

lead

shot

between the wax

      and wane

where no drift flowed

 to catch”

(would’ve gladly set himself ablaze to light the new nations cold with Memorys old heat- if he’d  only been built of something more substantive -like tar -  or as alive as straw)

“I grew      here

in a watery sun on this

   bare rock

 grew and nurtured  

      with the old production

prepping its

close”

(though he feels himself, in fact, both the empty space between two edges, and the unmet potential of that same space filled, where might no edge have ever been between their birth and death)

                “And I bore   

 WITNESS

 to an altogether

 different rendering 

of

                  American

Ill be goddamned 

if i did not 

bare that witness”

(Who’s to say? How should we know such a weight? Or been pulled down towards earth with such)

“I watched and

my    

         heARTBLED”

(notions of failure? or such loss - even perceived? We don’t lest we’d seen what light has touched his eyes)

“this stoneyhEART  BLED

as they

   poured

            themselves out of this”

(and from what angle it touched them from- We’ve seen from the lofty heights of)

 “land just as they’d

        filled it-

Slow and

A t t e n t i v e”

(the destructors - them who come and broke it up for fun of it - for souvenirs - and we’ve seen from the)

“with Convictions

Proud Hand

THEY

   POURED         themselves

               out

 of this world”

(vast distance of these blank eyed inheritors of this impostor country we call a nation - but)

“one precious

vessel”

(to see from there with him - there amidst the dust and the rubble)

“by one precious vessel”

(from his childseyeview)

       “leaving now”

(holding his grandfather’s)

“where they once filled”

(weakening)

“only”

(hand)

 Always (until) Empty  (gone) 

                  Forever