The New Being

after Kenneth Patchen

The New Being knows no address.
He’s rejected you
and he’s rejected me
and he, moreover, may not be a he.
Don’t ask, only wait for him to speak.
In the meantime announce yourself
above a mountain of stinking corpses.

But man is dead
and I don’t know what kind of thing I am.

 

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4 Responses to The New Being

  1. ManicDdaily says:

    Hi Mark, a very powerful close especially, but striking poem throughout. K.

  2. Susan Scheid says:

    Interesting to read this alongside the Patchen. I love your concision–not a word wasted. Indeed, I prefer it to the Patchen.

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