I read this poem, among others, at a few bars tonight. A final Beat wrap-up of the few remaining hipsters still in Lowell. A lot of Jack's fans don't understand the depth of Jack's feelings for Catholicism. There are reasons why some hipsters were beat. It had to do with a lot of things, but they truly wept for their brothers and sisters. They had come off WWII, and knew what man was capable of doing and of tolerating. They wept because, they too, were human beings. I can see Saint Michael sharpening his sword, aware of the deed he must perform. This year, see Jack as that Catholic School Boy; not the man consumed by his demons.
... for Jack Kerouac
No one cries
as long
or as hard-
As a wounded Angel.
No one bleeds
as deep
or so red-
As a wounded Angel.
so:
St. Michael
Waits.
Listening to his brothers
Sing.
6 comments:
I like the poem. Interesting take on this.
great poem...!!!
Thanks....
This is incredible, really. Thank you so much for sharing it.
damn, that was good
Thanks for the kind words Jake and Beckett.
You make an old hippie happy!
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