SUNSET ROOM
The cutthroat sun over Minneapolis
leaks light into many
dark corners. Rimini
in mind (a limpstone palimpsest
beneath shellfire). Go & strike
the tents, men – long way
to Tipperary. Say,
Francesca, if you can – how to make
things new. Peer into womb
of earth-cavern, Ezra –
all the way to Ravenna...
At far end of Pontus rest him tomb
where Theseus stole them golden fleece
Maximus whose sea-blue
eyes of geomatrix (thrum
true) abstract chamber piece
like waves reiterating into nautilus
the human sum reframed
from steel teeth (Somme
bad dream) the whole shark armistice
To turn from bull’s-eye bulletins
down a narrow corridor
or trench file war
in the hand, in the mind sin’s
armature in the marrow Guillaume
& Jesus the steamboat pilot
metymorfs the whole plot
in a forest of masts high sunset room
5.16.16
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