JAR
gnosis
in a bucket
gnosis
in a jar
gnosis somewhere
in the story you
are reading
commuting
to work
down on the undergound
beneath
TS Eliot’s eternally
lost city devoid
of salvation
the subtext written
in a code
beyond modern
comprehension
hidden
somewhere between the lines
SQUIZZ AT K2
I am digging through
rock and concrete
searching
for secret gospels
in the ruins of a bombed
out city
who can say there is not
a pitcher buried deep
or just
beneath
the surface
as it was in ’45
under the sand of Egypt
six feet
tall filled to the brim
with the voice of God?
searching hard around the farm
maybe through the mine dumps
beneath the Colosseum,
Acropolis or
great temple of Mars
failing which
we should explore
the death zone mountains;
Annapurna, Everest,
or tip it over
on its side and take
a squizz at K2
poems 2 die for