I have seen the tortured minds of my generation rise out of the ashes of
   insanity naked in new birth
born of one-night stands to fathers angry at street-level poverty looking for
   another damned fix
segregated from their heavenly connections by pulpit charlatans who mock
   Jesus with their lies
and foisted into a society rife with the embryonic anticipation of a litter of
   wide-eyed howling wolves—
they howl, wail in the pain of a toe-stubbed mind numb with the violent
   anguish of reverse Kaddish
corrupted thoughts that go down to dark black hell inside the earth's churning
   stomach grueling
through another day of grinding fingers to stubs in stealthy hot steel mills of
   melting coke slag dross
or the tragic lost-in-limbo, non-racist clans that emerge from dust-filled
   caverns wearing black-face daily
rewarded for years of long lust labor with death by black lung just for trying to
   feed a frightened family:
unconscionable insanities pregnant with silent rage birthed a booming
   generation of undying phoenix
to sort out the mess of the death of a blitzkrieg of rotating swastikas grinding
   over the im-Maginot line
and the octopus strike of a rising sun's rays dropping torpedoes out of the sky
   all over a pacifist ocean
anything but, revolving around one tiny island midway in the salty sea, a
   turning point of carrier death
delivering a scarred, walled, divided, dark cold war world (in a race against
   time) into our riled hands:
these are the fathers that beat the living shit out of us so that we would make
   something of ourselves
their thick black leather belts swishing through thin air to connect with naked
   ass anxiety that wailed
as mothers cowered in corners in this machismo pig-dominated world of
   sixties flower-child retribution  
yes, wailed for an opportunity to prove that their empty mirror looks were not
   just reality sandwiches
to be left at the gates of wrath over the death and fame of the unborn, but
   these best minds would rise,
rise from sad dust glories into bold new consciousness aware of the fall of
   America to entitled bastards
leaving seventies hallucinogenic mind breaths of yage letters and peyote
   epistles deep in Indian journals
for an eighties explosion of technology sending out a web of cosmopolitan
   greetings—a plutonian ode
in deliberate prose detailing the new nineties code—a cyber matrix of
   electronic virtual opportunity 
beyond the Y2K wherewithal of wonder-gurus poised to exploit the capital
   gain of worldwide attribution   
delivered by indies in iron horses to the doorsteps of the consummated—
   prime Amazon jungle packages,
all psychedelics notwithstanding this onslaught of otherworldly "a to z"
   distribution of new globalism
printed in a bound book of martyrdom and artifice pursued by terrorific faithful
   forgers of explosions,
nine-eleven sensibilities notwithstanding: in the twenty-tens first blues then
   reds separated purples
reaching beyond yellow viruses soaked in white lies with their twenty-twenty
   smiles hidden from view 
behind false-face shields of safety and protection for the sake of mass control
   litigation mitigating
the best minds silenced by the verbatim lectures and pinocchio talking points
   of the illuminated ones
who all know what's best for planet earth, just read the planet news and don't
   ask questions because 
politicians are the most forthright and honest people alive and would never
   steer us wrong, right, yeah
and here's some land on the moon you can develop when you take your
   Musk journey into space to rise—
rise from the ashes of insanity naked in new birth, put on a white shroud,
   escape the doom of this world
to a new cosmic citizenship far away and beyond this reality into a place
   called eternity where lies die,
death dies, hate dies, and "evil" is reversed so we can "live" free and not die
   a sliced snake's fiery death—
do you believe it—the best minds gathered to think, to reminisce, to tell tall
   tales of the former ways 
and days of insanity, laughing unrelentingly over some heavenly cognac to
   relax at the end of woes.

(inspired by and a tribute to Allen Ginsberg)

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


DE Navarro

Author's Notes: This poem is inspired by and is a tribute to Allen Ginsberg. This poem, Wail, is written in a style that, in part, imitates Ginsberg's style in many of his poems, but especially his style in part I of Howl, his most famous poem. Since it is a tribute to Allen's life and work, this poem also utilizes key words and phrases from all his book titles as a way to honor him and integrate his life's works into the bowels of the tribute poem.  Here are the key words and phrases from the titles of his books, see if you can find them in my poem.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  :   Howl  /  Kaddish  /  Empty Mirror  /  Reality Sandwiches  /  The Yage Letters  /  Planet News  /  Indian Journals  /  The Gates of Wrath  /  Iron Horse  /  The Fall of America  /  Verbatim Lectures  /  Consciousness  /  First Blues  /  Sad Dust Glories  /  Mind Breaths  /  Plutonian Ode  /  White Shroud  /  Cosmopolitan Greetings  /  Illuminated  /  Death and Fame  /  Deliberate Prose  /  The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice  /  The Best Minds

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