Casting calls gang the young blowing the movement <br />Toward convening struggle and talent to scout for <br />The renaissance casting for hallowed shell for the pearl <br />Of black powers’ resurrect from the drive by streets <br />Now spiritually empty and stale resentiment runs <br />To the storms’ drain of the black berry sweet <br />Streets of fervor beat with power blaster repertory with <br />Punk rock and the heavy Latino taps of trumpet jazz <br />From fenced courtyards of concave hollows <br />Skate-board pits and Rap Ensembles where the spirit <br />Climbs on visible legs of inundated roots running <br />Through veins that pipe into the mind and in the mind <br />Elect to hear wind chimes mysteriously casting calls <br />For greater things than these will they do with organs <br />Of wisdom anointed with rain to leach grounded talent <br />To work release of two-legged alleles rise to tree-box <br />like the starry eyed feline galaxy blending into the night <br />Ascending from empty canopic jars the art of colloquial <br />Numbering calendaring the labor of birth to render wages <br />That appeases endowing tyranny inside the villages <br />From castings into time an ill wind will blow its howling <br />Forewarning to pack to leave to run to go… so sexual <br />Female flowering with permission come with us and <br />Those of sainted faithfulness shall remain where once <br />The learned lived by the value of relationships preened <br />To sap the once green now withering brown come down <br />In visions of fertile greening to bar the lean of the <br />Barren forest of tree topped limbs that rod empty ribs <br />Under the canopy of the sky… rain on the gathering <br />Blue lake soon rising in the bowl vanishes <br />Into the ascending spirit return to sun… so now <br />Resumes casting the spirit spots upon the stage.<br /><br />Lee B. Mack<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/castings/
