Galicia

Country of early Gauls
Fortified in forbearance
Of slaughter
In Galatia also the
Gauls were sent
From Macedon and
Thrace they poured
Upon the trembling
Daughters restless
Righteous enough for
Their own cause
In Ancyra they dwelled
Bounded on the north
By Bythinia and
Paphlagonia
On the east by
Pontus and hills
Of Cappadocia
To the west
The mysteries
Of Phrygia
And onward south
The mythic oracle
And bandits of
Cilicia and Lycaonia
Far and wide they
Went from Trier to
Kiev La Coruña and
Lutetia to the Orient
Horsemen
Seeking pasture land
And gold
Their havens only
Kingdoms lost
Only shifting realms
Their sons could
Never hold their
Language never
Written legacy of
The dying Gaul
Only Greeks and
Romans told.

Several

Several of these ways in

Which we left ourselves

Open to longing could have

Been clipped if we

Listened to others, could have

Been turned to ridicule and dust.

Never tends to evermore

Frequently skipping across the

Flagrant gestures and spirits of

Sanity running out seen

Through the window of a car

In glimpse of recognition formed

In complete faith and opportunity

Of sleep and all its stretching overflowing

Longing; listen to the heart of hearts

Laden with reverence of proud and

Ceaseless dominion; she couldn’t

Bear to fade and falter, handing off

Another loss to him handing him

Over to slaughter.

These are things that have

Been and are, these are things

That will be and are now, for I

Am with you for ever.

And the things that are can

Never be altered; only phased and

Passed through in slower or faster

Or different and various piecemeal ways; only

Run through wakeful or imprisoned

By doubt or completely unaware; nevertheless

They are unaltered, what is now was

And always will be several ways

Of knowing what is in your heart of

Hearts, what was in your dreams,

What is and was and always

Will be.