18: ROOTS
David W. McFadden: A Very Calm Demeanour
For John Lennon's 61's birthday Oct. 9/01
It's always good to be prepared for death
because of course it could happen any time-
the Dalai Lama instructs us how the live
as if we're shadowed by a sniper -
but with gangs of terrorists bombing the U.S.A.
and Americans firebombing the Afghanis
with pneumonic plague breaking out in India
and maybe China and Vietnam as well
traveling the airlines in the same way
as bubonic rats get around on ships
and civil wars raging through Africa
where everybody who's anybody's a refugee
or an orphan of refugees or of AIDS
a very calm demeanour is required.
Le Devoir dit nous sommes tous américains
and Putin says humanity's maturing
but as for me I'd prefer to say that I'm
an orphan growing up knowing my mother
died of AIDS and not knowing my father at all
except that he's a solider who raped mama
while she was trying to flee a bomb attack
or we're starving and a humanitarian box
falls from the sky and lands in the danger zone,
there's enough pasta to last a week
enough penicillin to prolong a life or two
and we're crawling towards it and expecting
at any moment to be blown up by a mine
a very calm demeanour is required.
"I tore up all the other letters today tho there is one smart kid called Dave McFadden who says: 'Now when Spring comes along, as does every year, she drabs my melting heart with her warm lily-fragrant message: of the budding eucalypti on the Riviere du Loup highway, and the greening of the grass' ... ach I can't type it, but its good. So long."
-JACK KEROUAC, FROM A LETTER TO ALLEN GINSBERG, JANUARY 4, 1960
These poems are taken from Five Star Planet (Talonbooks, 2002).