Turning the Tablets

ImageJust one time, walk out

without sleeping. Just one 

time, adjourn court,

 

hang the jury;

hang the judge. 

 

Just one time, fade out

like rocks in the sun into 

the earth. No, it’s not

 

a cakewalk (except 

when it is) & we can’t 

keep the roads in 

repair here for all 

 

the passing. All the 

folderol about what 

I’m thinking & what’s 

 

thinking me. Yet put 

this in your n’est

pas une pipe

and smoke it: 

 

to see the real 

as real & ourselves 

as no self; to see 

& not sleep, nor judge, 

 

but adjourn the court,

hang the jury;

hang the judge,

 

all the time singing

how the tablets have

turned—no subject—

no object—only we . . .

 

“Olly, olly,

oxen free.”

 

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