published in ENVOI 142 October 2005 ISSN:
Collection ‘Frost Hollow’ Oversteps Books, 2006 ISBN:
High sun and thunder
clouds of shadow
in spirals to the mountain top;
ritual for some god. In another
spot, ancient robbers dig
is all the same to them ...
away a child begins to shake.
is a planet hooked on sacrifice,
for the small misdeed,
yearn for double harvest and the sleep
is no uncertainty,
waking up to knowing this is it.
Judgment Day archangels rise:
calling in of all accounts as
of skeletons re-jig themselves
fists on lids and drowning pond and screeches
the vulture peck, the cooking pot, the ashes
the haze the child moves into view.
lamb in sweetness meets
one who cuts the throat.
in lozenges of blood-red glass the shepherd smiles.
a thousand years, an Inca gift ―
reveals his toddler face,
deep ― the tracks
his long tears.
the sky a kestrel drops.
with your trumpet call
these at bitter Judgment Day.