Over the trading world I sang
songs of chalk and sand
songs of the diamond hand.
Down the thigh of day
up the arm of night
rubbing my chest of clay
pulling the moon-belt tight.
Over the fading world I sprang.
Under the dog-licked stones I ran
my eyes were dancing worms
my hair the dreaming ferns.
The chlorophyl of love afire
I stuffed my heart with coal.
When green blood pressed up higher
grown heads began to roll.
Under the bone-picked hill I stand.
Close to the seas’ red bowels I lie
hard as a land-locked crab
watching the sun thief rob
a wave of fault-lit eyes.
My infant world is burst! –
the sea jumps up and criesa
blind man spits his curse.
Close as the howling age runs by.
Into the rock’s gray lung I crawl
moved by glacial feet
tuned to a mirror’s beat.
Lugging crustacean lips
I form the millenial kiss.
Outside I hear white ships
bloodying the old world’s dress.
Into the clock’s last tick I fall.
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