"Spinal Birthday"
Come now, Jephthah, you fan-tailed favorite
My son of eastern fire, the ceremony of a thwarted spirit
Gift the satin bowerbird with blue things
And a ribbon to twist inside its satin bowerbeak
For the weight of the world rests in its love nest
Jephthah, we've failed to incubate the egg with our bellies
Come dancing, we should please it
We should not try to move itSix-pointed, a woman exhales
And we wonder if he really had blue eyesWhite star, thank you for sharing
Tall stag, you know the antediluvian truths
Cancer is a helpful left, Odin's screen and wire
Scream "Jephthah!" as we leave the sinning South
Monday, February 25, 2008
Poem from May 5th, 2007.
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