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Marx Mark

by

Steven R. Van Hook

Whose woods are these I think I know
What fence that claims who owns the land
That rich son of rich son of rich son
so says the sign.

Ancient theft bequethed --
A wealth of wounds and souls sucked,
This legacy is.

Dust back to dust
The fleet years
(Land, do you laugh?)
Reclaim with proof of
what owns what.

"Property is theft." -- Karl Marx

A Poem's Plea

by

Steven R. Van Hook

Please do not love me, a poem;

Words yearning for sense as

Cells consort to make a body whole.

As the apostle loves the prophet,

But discounts the grander God,

As the amorous loves the thigh or nape

While the disconsolate soul sobs alone,

As the fool loves the word

But misses the meant,

Please do not love me, a poem;

Love life!

Notes from the Dead

by

Steven R. Van Hook

Weep your worthy tears,

poor souls within flesh.

Do you long for something more?

Look at each other!

Love!

Is there anything else?

Dust!

Your desire, your faults,

your weakness, your woes;

Ha! Angels laugh aloud.

Huddle together in terror

of the void,

But your company keeps you

from us.

Come alone, we'll welcome,

but leave the world behind.

Heaven is for the pure.

Joy!