ReRites (To Cool the Sun) [July 2017]

Remain in the silence Read the whispered Awake heavy breath Of those buried this spring. Erase light And sound And the morning trees Broken, making sheaves. Disputes The dead man woos his face in a dying alley. He plants his clothes, and knows no pain. His vertebrae flag the openness of Manhattan The silent universe of a narrative he never left. Riding a levitated insipid tomorrow Holes that smell of the diseases of the Bible Smudge the savage un-secret authority On giant mattresses in ion caves Procreating empires More love than cupid learned from rocks mouths snarl -- soft marks! God’s mother tells me to live by nothingness I let nothing hollow in the early bruise of my heart ~ + ~ I gathered the ground, on the hand of the texts, a bucket of leaves, embowering cold I learn to lie October subsides O crippled facade and sweet rooted walls If your body is faster than sweet, I cannot taste truth. Only flames fed to containers. Only a beating ring of moonrise fixed in still touch. ~ + ~ This is the life of work not home, and roots that feast in the corners on my blood. Alas! The numbered absence of ourselves, survivals avalanching to their causes. Of Women And giving the greatest what their willingness asks Bodies spring to shade the gray-haired soul. Grasses, neither wild nor hurled, Rising sinuous in silent lonesome love. ~ + ~ Thirsting mortality unmoved In bait-and-switch Dropped beloved rumours of the future An offered thing to cool the sun.