Monk's shaved pateA Poem by Robert RonnowMonk's shaved pate thick pelt around edge leans over book leans over book above river reciting lines, reading scriptures, preparing first for his personal salvation, then for those of other men. He prays, sweetly serenely, steadfastly participating in the broad rhythmic thrusting of the river and the earth. Completely exposed to its vibration he vibrates passively yet passionately putting effort into remembering some of the ancient, past taboos and practices Performing the art of total presence and abstinence. Absent from worldly life, abstaining wholly from touching the black girl becoming part of her beads her sweaty underwear commanding a full dress view of her stimulus, her honey.
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