Monday, December 08, 2008

so rational creationism and celery salt

so i overheard this bunch of lads in a pub
talking about girls

how haughty they were
how superior
how intoxicated with all of it
(either of them—it doesn't matter)

it could have been ten thousand years ago
circling kopjes on the veldt
hammering out the music of fear

imagine that

imagine dancing
dressed as a wolf

hoping she watches closely

your bare feet in dust in firelight
in ochre and spit
in shapes
in love with this moment
all your fathers
before you
buried in your mother's chest

so many nutrients
for the spirit that is quiet

fierce as shaking trees

as the stone drums spiral in

so big so little, all of it forever

forever yours

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