Saturday, October 2, 2010

He Saw Light Disappointed

Whirling, whirling, the faces
many of fate falling
like peach petals
into our hands, or
blue neon
desire flickering under
a full moon.
What egg have we cracked
through? We whose limbs lay
dormant in the single cell we ate and
broke. Sorry to speak! the force of it
commands me
like the bending wind, like
tall dust-lords Noah’s neighbors
worshiped strong.
Could we have been
wrong to bow beneath spread trees?
There is life there, life,
I was told life, life,
and who am I for death-cries? Here
in the no-space of our small
worlds original, trapped—
o brothers—