Tuesday, September 08, 2009

folding star

                       

 

swill through murrhine landscapes

activate a relentless mourn

we asked at the counter for the firefight edition

they were secretive about their plateau

 

levees released their little tongues

 

it was lambing season

we gathered all remaining wit

shears rock salt nitrazine thimbles

let rise three times before embarking

 

hemlock freed us

 

it says here in the directions

part the sky (part the sea)

one for you and the rest for me

we canvassed hollow wards for heretics

 

walk in the road at night

 

slide along the boardwalk

fish wither in the sod

nature gutters a split gauntlet

warble against a feverish brine

 

just under the skin is the loose wire

 

adjust your capsule before the prayer dinner

a drowned generation will pierce

all bodies flourish in the lake

we rescued the dogs

2 comments:

Valerie Loveland said...

I like your poem! folding star is an intriguing title.

beth coyote said...

Thanks, VL. :-)