UNIVERSITY OF HUNGER/ ON THE FOURTH NIGHT OF HUNGER STRIKE/ WHAT CAN A MAN DO MORE/ CHILDHOOD OF A VOICE/ WHERE ARE FREE MEN/ AFTER ONE YEAR/ YOU ARE INVOLVED/ BLACK FRIDAY 1862/ ANONYNMOUS

BLACK FRIDAY 1962

were some who ran one way.

were some who ran another way.

were some who did not run at all.

were some who will not run again.

and I was with them all,

when the sun and the streets exploded,

and a city of clerks

turned a city of men!

Was a day that had to come,

ever since the whole of a morning sky,

glowed red like glory,

over the tops of houses.

 

I would never have believed it.

I would have made a telling repudiation.

But I saw it myself

and hair was a mass of fire!

So now obsessed I celebrate in words

all origins of creation, whores and virgins!

I do it with a hand upon a groin,

swearing this way, since other ways are false!

 

For is only one way, one path, one road.

And nothing downward bends, but upwards goes,

like leaves to sunlight, trees to the sun itself

All, all who are human fail.

Like bullets aimed at life,

or the dead who shoot and think themselves alive!

 

Behind a wall of stone beside this city,

mud is blue-grey when ocean waves are gone,

in the midday sun.

And I have seen some creatures rise from holes,

and claw a triumph like a citizen,

and reign until the tide!

 

Atop the iron roof tops of this city

I see the vultures practising to wait

And everytime. and anytime.

in sleep or sudden wake, nightmare, dream

always for me the same vision of cemeteries, slow funerals.

broken tombs, and death designing all.

 

True, was with them all,

and told them more than once

in despair there is hope, but there is none in death.

now I repeat it here, feeling a waste of life,

in a market-place of doom, watching the human face!