the order of the day

LITTLE MOTH

Jesus likely would not recognize

what we have made of him –

exemplar (in rite & hymn)

of royal prehistoric Zeus

or Pharaoh-gilded rain.  Human

mind climbs out of beast.

Not long ago, the feast

was drunken heads – the scar remain.

The ink dries on a twisted pattern.

Tyrant’s father-hamlet,

laden sack – fried omelet-

omen (under midnight sun).

A raven zigzags over Noah’s

bow (yew, cypress,

acacia).  Her nest

will not be found on land, selah.

Someone, singing a see-saw

in Galilee.  Sea-

shanty (shanti, shanti)

maybe.  Malcolm?  Simone?  Naw...

maybe.  Light metamorphosis

the order of the day.

Pines, tamarack (way

back beyond Ravenna, Beatrice)...

A little moth molts molten gold

out of black stone,

southwest (of high Zion).

Wings ray to Nazir tinder... (fold).

2.19.16