Fire salts the eye, & the eye grows strong.
Cézanne, in limestone, with the Neanderthals
(back 50 millennia). An eye-in-hand. Walls
of swift horses, in a U-shaped glaze (song-
thundering). Here’s crane-bone flute, bowl
(Cahokia, red-handed... raven, owl). Out of
the human womb... washed from subterranean
river-cave. Fire in the eye will frame the whole.
Wind rocks midnight rushes, cataracting Nile.
A serious sound rose (elephant-ear) up from
Africa... thin sky-trace (arcing out of Yemen,
Ethiopia). Humped in Sabbath shroud (awhile).
This fire welds, adamant (unknown solder) down
to diamond (arctic stone). Melds a subtler mesh...
light untraceable fishnet. Ordinance of Gilgamesh
& Moses – Jesus, Socrates... Love’s rule (golden).
& of that Covenant, parked in the inverted crypt
of our perversity – how praise we, tuning harp
& psaltery? How shall it be? & how escape
our tumbleweedy Babylon (high follyship
gone down)? Fire smolders at heart of Man
to tear down Kings & Pow’rs. He is coming
in her eye... Osiris, surfacing through rushing
stream. At delta-verge, a river-orphan (grain
of wheat). In slough of willow, cottonwood
(leaves oscillating in the wind). The eye sees
the child rise (from dry marshes, Netherlands)
to hold the tyrant-sea at bay (his neighborhood).