IMPROVISATION #207
IT COULD NOT BE

It could not be another's
     footing or boot
 that hurt you, sister
  or brother
 under  a state
or stasis of fascism
 nor do we believe in any other
  root except that you've
  planted when we are born,
  yet forlorn,  in adolescence
when we consent
 to leave the analysis
to the existential
philosophers
     the  state bureaucrats
 of Kafka
  and the material parts
on the gambling
      tables of the fat cats
or the stud
   we stand with those
  in the rain and the mud
from a quiet speech
  for "Freiheit"
  in the darkness
  saying in poetry
   "Yes"
  voicing in art
   the courage to dip in
 to the strange striped bloody
colors on Joseph's
 coat in the well
 from voices to employ
 and dwell
  in the orchestra pit
to explode
   imparted from an  honor code
 interwoven into the parts
of  Herr Beethoven's choices
  into footnotes in the ''Ode to Joy"
we choose the life
  of art as we were given
    in classical or jazz
 in our riffs up to heaven.