Go to the Deaf Singers by Peter Magliocco

I am Mayakovsky in resonating firmament
seeking a destiny of my beginning,
the initial stirrings of rebirth
in a country not mine now.
 
Strange to see the fast-food dominions
in a place where people devour
ground beef in endless hunger.
The way many fervent faithful
 
lap up the pharmaceutical host
onto their obedient tongues?
The way some sing chants of ages
while we, in deafness, don't hear
 
false organ keys striking down
as the player swoons above us,
with rectitude, his tongue & lips dry
as angels die on love's battlefield.

About the Poet:

Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he’s been active for years as writer, artist, and editor of the lit-zine ART:MAG.  He has recent poetry in IMPSPIRED, TAJ MAHAL REVIEW, LOTHLORIEN POETRY JOURNAL, BLUEPEPPER, and elsewhere. His latest poetry books are Go to the Pain Lovers (Duck Lake Books) and The Underground Movie Poems (Horror Sleaze Trash).