Boot by Boot

The Man:The Boot:
I hurled what was left of thembig boys tongue tied, slap flap soles, soul
shredded waffle rubber, duct tapecombat stomp Mongol hurl
broken laces, sweat-stained leatherwall wall wall wall
off the topclimbing on the wall wall wall
of the Great Wall of Chinadeath of the sole
deep in the back-country, 4 days of steep climbingpounded into saying goodbye
up and down, the wall mostly rubblegiving up the ghost
walking and climbingfeet are swords pulled from stone
treading stone needing stonekingmakers, empire
a thousand years to carry rock up the mountainblisters like signal fires
then a thousand years to cool the stone with windredemption of the tongue
villagers carried water to us up the mountainshe said gweilo ghost people foreign devils
on their backsgweilo
they called us gweilogweilo
tied together, the boots whirledKamakazi toes that’s Japanese
ecstasy of footwear released, absolutionmachine gun boots army boots
RIP for the next two thousand yearsno quit
an archeologist will dig them upboot boot boot
declare evidence of Bigfootyearning of the boot the tulip faced foot
carry on, rock time, rock timenothing but time on the wall
nothing but time on the wallstone, step, stone, step

For Desperate Poets OLN

22 thoughts on “Boot by Boot

  1. Many layers to this conversation. The grunt with his oppressed feet. Campaigns to elsewhere. One man’s broken shoelace as another boot’s swordless shoe. Americans with locals, humans with geology. Step by step.

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    1. When I lived in China, every weekend I would take a bus to some remote part of the wall and bend into the rock – sometimes rubble, sometimes many miles of stairs and walls and forts. It saved my sanity, maybe even my health, to escape the pollution and congestion of Beijing. Plenty of time to contemplate time. A ghost person walking with ghosts. The rock finally destroyed my good ‘ol boy Colorado hiking boots, stopped this foreigner’s invasion, if for a bit. I’ve wondered for years how I might write a requiem. Thank you for that opportunity.

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  2. Uniquely presented – the double voice is thought-provoking. Became even more when I reread it from the bottom, upward, since that is how we climb. Works both ways. Ascent & descent, just as our lives are.

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  3. Cool format! I played through various patterns to see what would happen. A toss-up between jigsaw poetry and the worse beat poetry ever. But following Robert’s Rules of Order In Verse moving poem, Randall.

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