ya helu
o my sweet / life and body / blood and breath / o my sweet / hydro electric system
o my sweet life and body blood and breath o my sweet hydro electric system playing that strange song to the end of my days with the thump of your valves to the pump of your bellows tuneless percussionist wordless singer and folk dancer without folks my greatest romance is this call that you raise from the boney cage indifferent to the meaning of passion and love reward or praise pensions or benefits giving all, and the same, allowance to the endless organ-grinding of your charismatic melody ya helu, teach me work that i can love like that
© lyw
from the poetry chapbook ya helu, a poetic self-portrait