Sep 30, 2007

Jeremiah

    God, an androgynous childe,
    an avatar of muslin, a linen whisper,
    starched, turning turning, a leg cradles
    into a V, pointed east, west
    (A virile, crude me posted to a chair)
    A mild body straight at the waist then
    a triangle; God mimics a turn
    in a cream gown; sweeps,
    quivering beneath the torso,
    not quickly, but delicately slow, like a gliding
    erne: people scurry, people rush,
    scatter, swim, splash and go —
    but God turns a laggard pirouette,
    a brief muse, merely monochromatic
    and out of focus, a dim apparition
    spoken out of vesperal incense.

    Invading choir, God does a retirĂ©,
    then evanescence, a flush smooth wipe
    from the serviette.
   

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