“To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee; For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.”
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
they have torn and mangled mefor how long i cannot begin to rememberstretched over infinite worlds and realitiesthere are others in here with metheir cries dim and distant in the darknessi wonder how Lois and Jonathan are doingthe House of Eli wonder if Krypto remembers meevery day i am rendered to pieces and afterwards reassembledam i even the same Kal-El who fled Krypton so many years agowhen will this meaningless affair endwhat debt remains unpaidprayers hiss around my ears like the mournful squawks of a buzzardthere is a light in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it
The New Poetics 