Screams to the Stars

A Poem by UlyssesS

It bothers me so
When someone finds it necessary to yell out poetry
When they scream such a velvet line
When they grind and mash a ginger thought
When the love so profound is turned to ashes
Ashes in the great cyclone of the soul
Flames whipping and consuming

You see that lonesome figure in the middle?
Standing quite still
Never faulting, look past the charred tapestry
That's MacBeth, that's Ulysses, both Homer's and James Joyce's
That's the one standing impervious to the insult of their soul
Do you hear the tepid interpretation of their manifest?
I don't think it reaches their ears at all
I believe they are listening the great stars above,
Carrying their weight with them.

And so much your speech must be match their pace
You can not hurry the cosmos
The mildewed stars that adorn our hollow sky
The tiresome task must match their footsteps
Do not hurry what is the great above

Who knows, they all reaching the breaking point
When their voice is brittle and cracked
When their onslaught is stemmed and stewed
When their endless dusting of ashes ends
Observe

Look at how the stars dance in your eyes
Tears shaping and unspooling the Earth
So is turned the tears of anguish to tears of joy
Is it not the most beautiful arrangement you've heard?
The climax of all life capturing your inertia

Lift your skinny fists like antennas to Heaven,
Godspeed You! Black Emperor