Gasps
Saturday, November 15, 2003
 
THE HERMIT'S BIRTH

He sang
How everything had nothing more to lose

Then sat still with fear

Seeing the clawtrack of star
Hearing the wingbeat of rock

And his own singing
--from "Owl's Song" by Ted Hughes


Song
is staring back

In a bride's gown
you are frozen
smiling at a mirror
smiling back

Mirror silent
on what's smudging
your heel
shadows
leering
if they could be revealed
peeking back

Song
stares back

Velvet
silk, lace, et al
tied up in bows
unanimously trumpet
"Gifts!"
raucousness disguised
as up-tempo
when the truth is Song
looking over its perfumed shoulder
hoarse from relief
the past exists
forgets how looking back

notices a rip in the fabric
opening a wound
around the peephole
into a virgin's skin


then recovers into present
into future
what was seen as history
so that a finger pushes
the button for "Delete"
to create the only image
possible now to be seen
when Song ever looks back

ink
black

notes perpetual
-ly breaking over
Loss of Innocence



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