POEM: "Make the Bowls Sing"

Make the Bowls Sing


Periphery you know future you do not
Walking home see China’s tallest building
Its shrouds (good word) in smog (bad word)

Circle every planet dar una vuelta
Form the scandal part of every molecule
Waves of song beating invisible oceans

Patiently watch the islands drowning
Bless its generations of scavengers 
(Lucky no birdsong on the moon)

How the streets will run high with words
The bronze bowls forever hum with joy
They ever figure out this disguise of noise

Have faith in hope the music holds
Everywhere the edges of sound & if health
For happiness then happiness for 10,000 years.


© 2014 Rob Schackne