THE BLACK HOLE POEM

For Stephen Hawkins

1.

This is the theory of everything.

life begins like a poem.

‘The source, eternity is darkness within darkness’, the Tao Te Ching

a letter of light comes from negativity

and the universal poem is formed

radiating light from dark

and love from hate.

2.

I woke from the darkness of a bad dream.

Why was I witnessing such darkness?

It was like a cancer or a plague.

I was afraid to go back to sleep

I lay there listening to the rain thinking

maybe this went further back?

to Dostoyevsky or Van goghs time

Maybe time is timeless?

crash like world war one or Adolf Hitler’s name.

Maybe this is as Nietzche said

‘i’ll turn this muck to gold’.

This is the shadow of my event horizon.

                                               

Its as if it was present at the grapes of wrath

Or in a Francis Bacon look

It feels as if I’m in the short story called ‘Grief’

by Anton Chekov or on the island

of Liam O Flahertys black  soul.

ive just crossed the wilderness

and I’m still half asleep

this must be the product of all I’ve read

either that or I’m going mad

im listening to the war of thunder

A KILL HOUSE

Death: blood guts and brain

All pulped into a grey/white

And cured into a pudding.

A skip of swimming maggots

Above skinned coats of hide.

Pig’s shot and the squeal

Cut and torn from their throats.

Dipped in a bath of scolding

Water and the layer above

Blubber shaved the parts

Hung in the window like

Decorations on hooks.

Memory hangs like a crucifix

A blood dried landscape

Apron-ed on a sawdust floor.