MAGNETIC NORTH
Snow on backyard pine, a winter
scene. With bitter words
the hunters return. Bird’s-
eye view. A raven’s splintered mirror
integrates the earth with cold
& calm – ravenous fire
with ice-skating, the hounds’
dire hunger with a master’s hold.
Strange distance in this place of graves.
Graven with flames... a tinder
touch. So you will render
up the whole of life, in silent waves
windblown, articulate (ash-
hexagon from one
remote hearth-rune).
Only dappled light (reed-wash,
acacia screen). In the continuum
of strange dream-song, a black
milk pours into Black Elk,
Melchizedek... slips back to you, O
Somno-Man (where sparrows hum
across the mirrored ice). Your
wing-palms print once, twice
beneath aurora burial (drum-
roll, funereal). Snow gathers
at magnetic north. Rose
dust & wilderness
meet on your lips (coal-cinders).
1.9.15
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