Sample Poetry by Robert Ricardo Reese

From "Woori"

land south & land north on land demilitarized, & land demilitarized imprisoned one land north, one land south, enduringly, & now, one land is unreachable. what has been a solution leaves a temporal probability on a ground of hesitation. what has been & what may be aims for the divide, what is both south & north. pockmarks ghost on the ground by the river we must never take beyond the gate we locked behind the barbed-wire. our wishes ghost our own hearts. & to what victory shaking the links on a fence of barbed-tape do i fear. the other ghosts possess the wire. do i follow? stay, sang the magpie, play dead, play dead, in the grass. upon the middle tower, behind their middle ground, do i follow the false promise of the wildflowers? outside our middle ground. here we are, unfitting, observable, locked from stress, below the rust tape, in the spring chill, upon the mellow breeze, but the magpie called, in counter measure to the noted gun safety released in the trenches, & the glimpsed lookingglass watched, from the barbs having the view of rivers that are viewed upon. here we are not as their neighbors, rejecting & rejected. so we lock, & we, in a thoughtful hunger, along the occupied valley, outside the line perimeter, look up onto the ignored peak. isolating peak, isolating diamond, the seasons pray, & the peak is empty like children without a grandfather, & the metal barb, quietly, quietly, a facet glinted beneath night moon, & we are before them, absorbed in the peak. then a little wind blew & died immediately, & the peak is occupied briefly. silent, sang the magpie, for the wire was full of ancestors, captured calmly, imprisoning misery. silent, silent, silent, sang the magpie: foreigners will not mark very much verity.

land north, land south, & land demilitarized has been & may be level to one divide, which is forever neither south or north

monk & water in the well note the punctual midnight-stars. the twanging wire in the air sings before exterior ghosts pacifying the prevailing game. the game above the silver tributary, the communication of the satellites are outlined in the drift of stars search of earth in the stars we lock below the locking stars in night upon the milky dust & look upon the holey ceiling above, the hermit sheep & the hermit deny their hunger as on but never reconcile among the astral hall.

at the broken aim of the shackling ground. no time for timelessness; nothing from or beyond; at the broken aim, here the game is, but all capture or displacement. & do not call it certainty, where demilitarized, north & south are gathered. all displacement from or beyond, all retreat or all advance. save for the aim, the broken aim, here will be no game, & here is the game. i sing, here they have been: & i say not where. & i say not, how many decades or centuries, for that is to place it in past. the inner freedom from the practical hunger, the capture of action & suffering, capture from the inner & the outer compulsion, yet liberated by a mercy of sense, a black night broken & locked, imjingahng without motion, concentration without elimination.

both a new ground & the new made unspoken, misunderstood in the completion of its immemorial terror, the resolution of its immemorial rapture. but the enchainment of north, south, & the demilitarized painted in the weakness of the changing seasons, protects nature from mankind & extinction, what time may only endure.

land north, land south, & land demilitarized forbid & the deadly awareness. to be aware is not to be on the land & to be on the land is the moment in the barb-wire, the moment in the invisible waterfalls where the fog breathes, the moment in the dry thatched houses at moonrise be imagined; ensnared in the north, the south, & the demilitarized. upon land land is surrendered.