SQUIZZ AT K2

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

SHADOW

SHADOW

in my previous life
I was a shadow

a millisecond after
the flash evaporated everything

fatboy, bigboy,
littleboy, bigfatmacboy
whatever
you called
it

and so
      this time round

far
from that shore

forgive me
and my haiku mentality

where
   I struggle with life
and consciousness

remembering only
my fear of the light