april 2021

                   (i)

 

...for years you were simply there

as aware of the ground

 

as the ground was of you 

but now there is metastatsis   

 

the path through eternity's mirror

for you have become the poison

 

the celebrant who eats shadows

a soul dissolved by acronyms

 

you wisp, you worm

always digging for words

 

always needing to pull scraps of verse

out from below the ground

 

a portrait, a story, a life

that was simply there

 

filling your bones with ice

with the shadows of the earth

 

slowly exploding

slowly out of control

 

eternity spraying its poison

over the mirror...

 

       

 

 

 

                   (ii)

  

 

...has anyone ever truly touched

this one pulse, this one nerve

 

or truly heard the angels screaming

their savage thunder

 

this myelin world, this torrential world

sheathed in benedictions

 

biting our fingernails

gnawing at the eyes

 

these pathways, these cancers

these desperate cells 

 

touching the one nerve

the one pulse that feeds immensity

 

and so I roam between the winds

drowning, singing, begging

 

has anyone truly ever existed

or am I alone in this disappearance

 

alone with these savage angels

orbiting my mind

 

the one nerve, the one pulse

as faint and far away as ever...