Allen Ginsberg Left

[Juan Cires Martinez]

Ginsberg left.  

             A PROPHECY

      O Future bards
      chant from skull to heart to ass
      as long as language lasts
      Vocalize all chords
      zap all consciousness
      I sing out of mind jail
      in New York State
      without electricity
      rain on the mountain
      thought fills cities
      I'll leave my body 
      in a thin motel
      my self escapes
      through unborn ears
      Not my language
      but a voice
      chanting in patterns
      survives on earth
      not history's bones
      but vocal tones
      Dear breaths and eyes
      shine in the skies
      where rockets rise
      to take me home

            May, 1968