Have you forgotten how we listened
to what was not being said.
The sun and the night both shining in Autumn.
Shining upon what is concealed
& beneath the crossroads,
a deeply buried wind
streaming through the empty house.
Dedicated to my (late) brother Larry, whose birthday is 2/22, who cried over his black fish floating belly up, who slipped climbing the crabapple tree & gashed his belly open with a nail. We passed through the cage of black & white TV broadcasting one Friday late into the night and throughout the weekend until a funeral on Monday.
My video poem concerning this event: https://vimeo.com/11304739
I think I found the spiral Xray online a couple of years ago. Of course , neither am I claiming any copyright credit for the photographs of J.F.K.’s funeral. A detail from a still photo of a performer riding a horse in my video poem is also in the mix. I will take some credit for that.