THE BOOK OF DREAMS
The comet Kohoutek writes
a warning on the wall of sky.
O, my Kamala,
shall we feast with Belshazzar
to the end of days?
Shall I kneel to you to tunes
of the sackbut and psaltery?
O, beware the fiery furnace,
for I am Daniel
come to tell your visions.
I will not bow but to the East.
In the Book of Dreams
do I sleep
and read:
MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN!
Will you heed
the beast upon the beach of Babylon,
Eat the stolen fruits,
dare to walk into
the den of beasts,
O, my beloved?
Stanley H. Barkan |
