nothing could be found in Poe

"use your guns to kill them!" he screams, wearing headphones and listening to Bob Marley and reading Jack Kerouac, he drones on and on about Stella, who was thought to be hiding behind a permanent lie and on and on about horseback riding and honoring life and affirming all the while he knew why nothing could be found in Poe, who lived before he could die climbing a stairway to the sounding sea the raven watched and said 'I'm just reciting the mysterious words he gives to me!" in his exile he can hear the elephant crashing through the jungle with his trunk hanging in an ivory splendor and hanging from the mouth of an angry drunk, ignorance, and hanging from the dark tree in Mississippi or was it Alabama i can hear the cries of a young voter registration worker before they are muffled by the satisfied sounds of a white motor gaining distance from the scene of the crime with soulless cigarette smokers sitting in the back seat swaying softly inside their custom-made Ku Klux Klan southern shit sack muttering "use your guns to kill them!" then watching Martin Luther King and listening to Lena Horne and Billie Holiday proving to skeptics that they could sing and reading Maya Angelou he tapped his toe and went on and on about Arizona and that dumb Governor who should know MEXICO MEXICO owned the territory before the Mayflower made landfall before the current Phoenix carnival before the white man before New York island before Burroughs and Ginsberg and the Grateful Dead and Leary died trying to say what needed to be said before Ronald Reagan was shot on the Washington sidewalk and Bobby slumped bleeding on the floor of the Ambassador after his talk before John Lennon died bleeding in front of Yoko in front of the Dakota Hotel before Mormons traveled westerly warning of certain Hell Fire and the video game that he was playing uninterrupted never heard a word of what he was saying because there were too many distractions too many enemies he was slaying and it all became a blur or a bust or the memory of a bomb falling thru the afternoon air over Hiroshima.