A Poem by Duane Locke

TERRESTRAIL ILLUMINATION, NO. 178

I, like everyone, have no soul,
The soul as entity, so no soul
Upon my death will be released
As a separate entity from my gone forever consciousness
To search for another location.

But my voice,
My voice will be what remains. It might find lodging
In a library, or be heard again for a short span in some stranger’s memory.
If anyone meets my voice,
Take my voice down to some pond
Where gallinules live,
And place on water lettuce
Where a gallinule might walk with those big, bizarre yellow feet
And touch my voice.


Duane Locke lives in Tampa, Florida near anhinga,
gallinules, raccoons, alligators, etc.
He has published 6,640 poems, includes 29 books of poems. His latest
book publication, April 2012,
Is DUANE LOCKE, THE FIRST DECADE, 1968-1978, BITTER OLEANDER PRESS.
This book is a republication
Of his first eleven books, contains 333 pages. Order from
http://www.bitteroleander.com/releases.html,
Or Amazon.
He is also aphotographer of Surphotos and Nature. Has had 405
surphotos published in e zines
And many were used for magazine and book covers. A book of 40 of his
surphotos has been published by Blaze box—POETIC IMPRINTS, RESPONSES
TO THE ART OF DUANE LOCKE.
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