not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Friday, April 19, 2013

loving creation at the knobbed top of the farmer's field

solitary bone,
the pink underbelly of the fractured eye dipped in sunlight, ruptured upon the thorn,
the empty field,
the aftermath of the downward staccato call swept out and cleansing
of the slow ruminating striding sandhill crane,
the hungry, yet patient seagulls;
less, not more to fear but less, only less, always more less, please.
dumped out and squalid, obvious and flesh, fetal upon the knobbed hill:
and the earth picks up her heavy skirts
and spirit blows silver blazon through her threaded hair.
shell of seed, solar flare, fingertip;
less, not more to fear but less, only less and always more less, please