LAST NIGHT
My muddled speech, this tangled veil...
like these mingled branches
of an oak triad – spring’s
catkins green-gold (skylight-pale).
Crane’s last night in the dark Gulf.
He teeters toward the sea
aboard the Orizaba –
absolute zero, Abba’s Tower... wolf-
shark mouth of heartless Minotaur.
Cracked glaze of Manitou
might double-cross you
into salt-grey void, pegged charioteer!
– while Hobo ambles blind toward
center of the maze.
Cassini, in a crystal haze
hugs close the knife-beak sword
of Saturn’s rings. A Saarinen-
style ark, wind-surfing
into her 7th ring
of fire – fuse-molten onion-
dome (midéwé Mendelssohn).
Walk through mandorla,
hums submarine 484...
Specific massive planetary Galilean
gravity here clusters in a coal-
black hole of Memphis
diamond (direction 6).
At marrow of the tree : oak-bole
*
Thomas the Woodpecker ate
into a little apostolic
room. Darkness so thick
only a Thunderbird might penetrate.
This quipu-knot of seared wood
is double-bound (veiled
mystery, inviolate).
Only the Nazir-dancer Ghost could
walk through walls, only the Twin
could feel his wounded palms.
As the film rewinds (alms
for a morning soul) a theremin
spooks everyone – the living flame
of Beatrice-Juliet
flares orange-emerald yet
through black flags of the same
bridge where Columbia flutters red
white blue & Jonah
(azure jasper) joins
wheel with salty wheel the dead
rise from their graves the poison
scar of scary Scriptures
cured with ironic sutures
when the Republic of the all-human
makes mutual amends in welded
fire Saturnian arc
of painful truth mark
twain the river-depth Elohim healed
4.26.17
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