The Fifth of November
by Steven McCabe
I just listened to John Lennon sing
The fifth of November…
The song ended with an explosion.
Pages ripped themselves out of my sketchbook
Paper filled the air
Now I smell gunpowder
I imagine smoke, can’t see where I’m going
Can’t see the gates in the dark.
Nothing in those spaces where
Make some sort of mark.
Nothing needs to be this way.
I hear them in the cave
Missing space is a rung on the ladder
Vertical, horizontal, bendable
No matter what is or is not.
Guy Fawkes, November 5, 1605
Joan Miro, The Escape Ladder (From the Constellation Series) 1940
Neanderthal Cave Art, Spain, 64,000 years ago.