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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