|For Gordon, as ordered
By: Robert David Cohen
For Gordon, as ordered
A jealous spirit
Stole your wife,
Left a black hole in your heart.
More punishment was needed
So he sent the Crab.
He wanted your vision.
He took an eye.
He took a breast.
Greedy for more
Now heís taken your right leg.
You told me
The surgeon replaced it
With my motherís leg,
Amputated 50 years ago.
And you ordered me to write this poem
In the plane.
At 36,000 feet
The clouds are wearing saffron robes
To celebrate sunset.
I am flying to Panama.
Beauty before and behind me
Above and below me
Almost everything can be taken away.
A man can be torn to pieces,
Disassembled and scattered like a puzzle.
He can be deconstructed and left with only his breath
And his pain
And his goodness going out
Like ripples into the world.
So much taken and still you are giving.
So much taken and still you are whole.
Here is a pain-killer
Made out of pain.
Here is the poem you ordered.
Iíve included penguins with sunglasses
And nuns with mysterious suitcases
So youíll feel at home in it.
Iíve thrown in Brooklyn Heights and Playa Mimosa
And the 40 years of our crazy friendship,
With apologies for taking more than I ever gave back.
Hereís Naomi opening like a flower.
Hereís my manuscript waiting for your blue pencil.
Here we are on the Angry Arts flatbed truck,
Declaiming against the Vietnam war.
And here is Dubjinski Barefoot singing and eating babyfood
And here is Joyo sending the Dictatorship packing.
Itís all here, my brother
Jokes to remind us that we are miniatures
That nothing makes sense
Other than loving as best we can
An offering of light on the altar of darkness.
-- Robert David Cohen
4 May 2005, New York Ė Panama City
© 2023 Robert David Cohen of DemosNews
July 27, 2007 at 11:27pm
Genre: Arts (Poetry)
Tags: Poem, dedicated, to, Gordon, Bishop, who, died, on, 21, July, 2007
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