HEIDEGGER'S DASEIN - NEW POEM FROM THE BRIDGE

 

                                                                                   

 

Heidegger’s Dasein

 

 

There is a philosophy born of storm to encompass Be-ing,

And it assails in the tumult of the unending assault of the days.

To storm troop on and over the assailment of the heavens;

God forbid, what is left of them those splintering fragments!

 

As in the woodwinds onrushing conducive to the Heart-fires

Still governing, just about, out from the holocaust of Thought.

Essence at the forefront of being, attuning to the tumult

Of the Sway, like anyone finding their ground.

 

Such as the down and outs rolled up in sleeping bags

On the public benches on the boardwalk,

Those pupae, or premature mummies,

 

Whose alarm clock would be police siren,

Heineken clock and other hallucinatory prey,

And whose breakfast would be coloured by the heady aroma of Hashish!