Preaching Dead In Outer Darkness
By Jesse Bodley
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This is not an artistic statement; these are not formulaic opinions that I intend to posit and project into the consciousness of others in an attempt to either persuade for or dissuade from; but rather, a crude, poetic rendering of my own psychological, emotional, and spiritual self-image, as is reflected through a personal, existential dilemma, and at once, despair at mere being. I present these long-lamented trifles and blunders of my former life and self with many regrets and a very broken heart, to perhaps gain some recognition, not for achievement or any measure of celebrity, but for an intellectual contact with those who might see a bit of their own struggle through what I've created, so that I might not be alone with all that has been destroyed and all that is lost, so that I may need not die in the posthumous ruins of a societal vanity—so in denial of its own anxiety, rage and depression—that it would deny my humanity and cast me as alien, to void not only my inherent birthright but also—a last rite. These poems were each written while in some terrible throes and awful crises. I have, with each one, spoken the unspeakable, and with every other, dispensed with my soul. I now seek some level of rebirth or salvation, not at the mercy of God or mankind, but at our collective and respective recognition of doom. This is not a projection but a reflection; these are a collection but for inflection, for those in strife and mired insurrection, for those of whom life required resurrection.
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Preaching Dead In Outer Darkness - Jesse Bodley
Identification
Identities were being assigned to a hall of souls,
and mine was being repulsed away from.
So I smiled and said, let’s just be ourselves.
But the others couldn’t understand the lack
of trepidation in my acceptance of such stock,
(for being such an attractive and envied spirit.)
I’ve never wanted to be me and could never
identify with those who could identify with me,
and so I fancied the hull that could be a mask;
and I’ve worn myself as such for all of my life.
Hay Truck Ride
As plain now as it ever was, or would
have been were we to have seen,
the road goes on falling before us,
as if God saw fit to intervene—each bend,
laughing at our lack of faith;
and all the while, we’re in fear
of our own selfish needs.
We softly sang our hymns, passing by
and under this tumultuous wheel,
crashing through the leaves falling
along our path, which once were green,
but now are mulched into topsoil
and covered over by gravel and prayer.
Once Shaken
So damn sacred, it cannot behold the sun rising behind
this presupposed, monumental engraving in cold stone.
The wind shakes the trees once more, and the branches
dance their eternal waving goodbye in the lamp light,
and their shadows only flicker what’s on the other side.
Oh, don’t whisper—scream out of anger in the night.
Please, God, answer. I have hated you, so.
Not a whisper, the silence holds you close to the dark,
and you wander—and you wonder.
Further out on a limb you climb, far past surmise,
but only once shaken.
All Those Beautiful Dead
Falling asleep into my need to wake up;
waking into a dream—I can’t wake up.
Lying very close to the new, as though
right next to you; dying as if old, but young
and cold, though right next to you.
Sinking deep into the abyss that swims
with the dead that can’t believe in you.
Alone in this place, with all those who feel
so cold, and old—and so very near to you.
Drowning in a thirst that is so clear, and yet,
crying into a place that used to smother you;
and all the while, wet and fearful of disgrace,
(exposed by another soul to suffer me)
—as I have suffered you.
Funerals
There were days for hours and lots of flowers.
There were so many towers and lots of liars.
There were a lot of prayers, and dreams were mires.
There were ways and roads that led to ours.
We were all so quiet. We were all so white.
We were all together and all quite,
sad and sallow with delight,
(too bad and sad and all so right,)
about a light that ends with night
and sure that peace will come of fright,
when faith would guide us like a light,
although, all blind with perfect sight,
to recompense—for our last rite.
Unbecoming
Dinosaurs, what do you believe in? God is not your savior;
he chose a monkey, and after tossing a rock in your general
—directions are forever, and you cannot see what’s coming.
What the hell does forgiveness mean when you can’t breathe?
Suppose the moon could reflect on the past.. What then?
Would you have me believe