Thursday, September 17, 2009
for malcolm, again (14)
for malcolm, again
perhaps u have seen it...
when a dog beaten one time too many
transmogrifies from a long-suffering pet
into a snarling, feral threat, whose hair
stands straight up/on end, whose head
lowers & whose fangs scrape rage/ragged
furrows in the ground. or when a grown man
suffers one abuse too many, & a docile, go-along-
to-get-along persona also turns. breaking thru
a fragile faux/civilized façade, the savage
with his back against the wall, fierce,
ferocious, untamed; without much
hope, but with no paralyzing fear.
for some of us...
malcolm, the magisterial x factor, came
evenly into our lives, treating us as if we
were prime, making us more than what
we thought we were; broke thru our docility,
our posturing negroness, for it had become
too small & weak, too puny to contain him.
but no noble savage he, no berserker nor
enemy, only a man; only a reminder of what
it truly means to be alive, human & yes,
mortal. he became for us the energy we
drew upon to stand up, face our fear, move
thru fatigue, frustration & fatality; the
resurrecting release that comes with