VICTOR KULLE'S MEMORY

Not to look back
like Lot's wife
who made trouble
for herself
by not listening
to a still small voice
you suddenly realize
what rhyme could do
it was a timely choice
made solely by you
and out of fairness
and what poet has not
his own phonetic life
intact
inform us back to back
of your new kinetic wonder
in energetic imagination
as you react
with your own sacrifice,
and the moral critic
inside you, Victor
we call the super ego
hears what you
should compose
without any didactic woes
of your critical foes,
as you take lyrical notes
inside a musical expression,
here by river beds
under the glorious sunshine
out on the Ural snows
and in the sacred wood
you do not look back
but only make a confession
how you long
to be understood.