Image-Nation 9 (half and half

for Dennis Wheeler there are shining masters when I tell you what they look like    some of it is nearly false   their blue hair but they are not ourselves   they are equivalents   of action    they compose forms,    which we hear sound within a context as if that action we are images of    used us the body becomes an instrument sometimes the harp pierces the body and a man only hangs on the strings I hear the airborne-fire, the dead rebels’ second speech, which follows their live words, and the rice, and the motorcycles but public life has fallen asleep like a secret name    the wrong-reader will say he has pity for others where the thought is born in hatred of pity