Sunday, January 17, 2016

Almost at Once When She Knew the Word


Let me tell you the story

That summer
The grain lay motionless in the bin

All the flowers flamed out
They fell on their stems
They fell on their faces

The girl returned to scratch gravel
Where the midwife buried her placenta

A cloud swam in a lover’s light
And knew everything
A cloud swam in obstinate blueness
Eternally deceived

Like a god in the void

This was when the woods behind the house
Had not been cut yet
Before the trailer park sprang up
Like a field of frozen ferns

I will tell you how it was
When she became a holy pilgrim
When she repented beautiful as a marble saint

She heard the shouts of wings
Shattering sunset
The inexhaustible ceremony of nightfall
The rain of martyred stars

Divine dreams parched her skin

The certainty of roots
Bleeding where two souls touched
An immense life-hungry thought
Piercing a pair of souls

I think her mother said
Bodies understand each other
But souls
No

Here’s the story
As I know it
When at the usual hour
She dreamed a hooded figure

Passing the clothesline
Where her mother’s carpet waited to be beaten
Coming through the barn
Where her father’s cows bellowed to be milked

She heard the wind
Speak brittle leaves
She heard the wind
Say extraordinary things
Tangled in cold shadows

The tip of a cigarette
Red as trough water
Bloodied by a butchered steer

When a voracious hand
Unbound her hair  
She had the urge to sing
A tongue-tied song

She dreamed an Argentine tango
She dreamed
She danced into the thinnest fissures

The deceptive blue of death
Lived in her eyes
True light lived in her eyes

Here’s what I know
Someone nearly nearby said

O daughter of inaudible misfortune
O daughter of the blind thread-cutter
When you reach the border
You'll release the word
Trapped inside your mouth

Untangled from your tongue
The word will scorch your father’s fields
The word will drain his cattle dry
Dropping mid-flight birds at midnight

The word will wither thickets up in fire
Awaiting women at the swollen river
Twisting in their hair until they dance
Argentine tangos on the barren shore

And you’ll be there too
A body dancing a body dancing
A body dancing on without a soul


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