Nostomania

[vagabond]

 Nostomania (edited)


They were awaiting the roads
that would take them home;
all standing like planted trees
with wind blowing through their bones.

Human beings, ah? what a disaster,
what a travesty!
Man, the only animal that rots before he’s dead,
(his own cannibal and his own mother)
gives birth to himself and then eats himself.               cannibalism of ideas? and "verbivore" in that context? 
  i wondered if there´s a way of uniting this line with the one in brackets above to avoid the direct explanation.

They stood, up to their ankles in mud.
Every one a philosopher, an artist, a poet.
Each one more definite than the last.
Each one more certain and profound.          profound...-ly stuck in mud?
Each one swaying, broken, little verbivore

You see, these ones got the smarts, Ma.

pullulating like rats
fucking in overcomplicated nests of thinking

These boys sure are sharp, Ma.                                       these two lines are contrast the narrator in their naive way.. almost seem like the narrator at a younger age. 

catching ideas,                                                                              
eaten by spider-men,                                     if those spider-men ate the ideas wouldn´t they also regurtitate them??   besides that, the next line is great, continuing the nest-metaphor to a grotesque but fitting image
and regurgitating them to fortify the walls.                  

Some of them moved around—
surbaters! Leaving their friends left for dead.              what is surbate? similar to abate?
These ones didn’t last long in the wilderness.
Blindly looking for somewhere to plant their feet (or head).          seems part of becoming human  is to lose connection to nature.. (not an interpretation of your line, just what it made me think)
Some looked into the mud and found thinking there—           this kind of thinking made me think of your finnegan-poem
found something human about it all.   

There is no humanity,
not down there, not up here.
And some were you!             i imagined a swear word after "some"   , for example "human" in the poem´s context
A cunt langsuir sucking the marrow from the nothing             does this relate to the "mother" spoken about above or.. i looked up langsuir and it seems female already, so is cunt there for anatomical reasons to describe that act?
of our newborn’s animal.                  i probably get this wrong but "animal" makes me think of that clichéd word "spirit"


this transports feelings of alienation to me and a strange sense of something thats lost.
 am probably not getting what you meant and still like it.