Poetry

Standing knee deep in water 
invoking the sun god 
going upward phenomenally. 
 
I was learning to forget 
the edicts of a fake lord. 
Would not recognize─ 
 
the dirty tricks of a godman 
in the garb of a hermaphrodite. 
One day he was... 
 
One day he was not. The wild 
czar was pounding his chest. 
A snow-capped moon was─ 
 
going down unseen in the 
blue lake of words. There 
was three dimensional appearance 
 
but no deliverance for 
the poor speech in distress.