Let the one released from feeling, merged in the neutrality of doing, let him be the image of God. Turn the channel to him, focus, and let him float across your screen, allied with mass culture. I saw it, right on TV, and I taped it on VCR. The color oozes into reality even now, at midnight, during the lightning flashes for which He is famous. Nothing looks this good but really the technical imagination makes it so. Don't you think? Here's a final minute, boundaries removed and lightning on the sacrificial stage. Eternity is caring for others, the worst winter ever, where one does not exist in a landscape but in an obscurity exactly as lousy as the core meltdown of the Brother nuclear facility. The first two thousand die right away. And the others, the Polish schoolchildren on the border, the Romanian schoolchildren and the schoolchildren schoolchildren wait fifteen years, showering every two hours and scrubbing their hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 42 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE COMPLAINT OF THE FAIR ARMOURESS by FRANCOIS VILLON FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN FREQUENTLY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FROM AN OFFICE WINDOW by FRANCES M. BALLARD |