BIRCH-BEE
i.m. MLK
We walk together on a zigzag path
tracing the death of kings
miming crow’s wings
of trickster history – wrath
bursting yellow-orange (balloon
for Apollinaire,
strange signal-flare
scripted for carrier pigeon)
like scars of Mars across an unknown
martyr-soldat (Eeyore-
Verman, smoked as of yore
in mustard-bowl of Bosch-demon)...
Glassed like a pair of broken bifocals
the earth’s blind O
& heaven’s diving zero
mesh in the crosshairs (personals
coulombe). Shepherd’s last calendar
(yours, mine, ours).
Beyond blank stares
of slate, in Arctic Cimetière –
beneath Jonah’s anchor, tattooed
by Minotaur... one homing
turtledove draws OMO
in red chalk. Graphite étude
of pensive Milky Way... orant
abysmal honey-beard’s
raven-rose word
lifting light birch-bee ark (aslant).
1.15.17
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