V.
“Disagreement”
Disagreement is how we discover
what we think and who we are.
Never be afraid
to disagree with me, he says.
The sun is warm on our necks.
He pulls out a cigarette
to hand me in exchange
for a silent thanks.
Keep your secret.
If I could know I would not.
Faith is like the night—
belief without sight.
Be light
on your feet.
Then left the Father.
He walked through the graveyard
between dead stone and living flower.
Overhead the sky marked a dwindling
hour
the breach that divides
memory from life—
I want his wisdom but can it come?
Humans require images of the harm
inflicted upon us.
I’ve come to believe this
adamantly.
We like to watch wild beasts
eat
raw meat
till their heads
drip red.
Till my arm stings to touch—
you cannot approach
lightly but as one does instruments,
a pipe organ or violin,
with intention of making wonderful
music.
Pain in my life is music.
O physical form!
O Doom!
O that I am!
…
Andrew Tye is from a town named Temple. He believes all humans are poets. He performs his forthcoming book My Son as a one-man show in NYC. He aims to share the book and the show with national audiences.