Saturday, August 28, 2010

Electroplate

Smash and tremble, the breeze
just about breaks the back of a camel that’s been
straw-loaded, berries of green inedible anxiety
making their debut upon his poor bronze back.
Like a rabbit caught by talons in mid-stretch
or a singer underwater, the sound
swimming and undirected, is he.
This is not a cautionary tale, any more

than the moon’s a spanking mother
or straw-toothed whale. It’s just one
of many moments where patchwork gets a face
painted, hands blowing in the summer
breeze.