on the sublime

by Feng

when DH Lawrence was alive
DH Lawrence said i am a man and alive
so i am a novelist
superior to scientists and poets and philosophers
i get the whole hog

let him eat hog and be a man
and stand on a high place so his shit may roll forward
like his vision
the gentle wind ruffling his hair
when he dies the gentle wind will touch his tummy

there were times he was not a man
he will forget all of these times
but these times were the times of equality
of pain rummage and hogflesh pity
rubbing on the breast of the sublime