12.23.2018

petit songe du solstice




MASS PLANTING

The soaring voices of the Rose Ensemble
filled the cavernous wooden vault
of St. Mary’s with green light
on solstice night.  Meek humble

faces in a crowd become limestone
architecture of high song –
a van der Weyden throng,
a Bruegel mass planting a cornerstone.

When the tender light falls first
& softly on the muddy fringe
of some new edifice... strange
dewy glinting, where the stone burst

from whale-mouth of the earth
(Jonah-Persephone’s deep
crypt, where ages keep)
with fluttery breath of infant birth.

Jonah... Osiris... buried Man...
little Nutcracker King
solving his Sphinx thing,
finally.  Sibylline Isis (Belgian)

murmuring – I am that which was
& is & ever shall be;
no mortal has ever
lifted the veil which covers me.  Cuz,

tell Henry : Rex Pacificus
has found his mate
beyond the Golden Gate –
Magdalen, her gardener (Jesus).

12.22.18

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