Not a word of my surrounding not a half-whispered
go to catch the rattled ought of a third concurrent
universe unlatched the more you wait, chalk drawn
thick of old around the marred bodies left
by the citizen squads our authorities facilitate, fail
to prosecute, guilt being therefore—quote/unquote
or so the papers—a ‘willful negligence,’ a ‘scathing
complicity’ in the bloodlust rife until ‘wolves
lower’ incite the end of illness, until the highland
collide of cricket jaguar issue running water
when physical comfort, when bodily prowess
and sovereign shape are rendered command
over the meaning of a nimbus once in sprigs
of goldenrod or Indian paintbrush, chalice
owing to rock crystal and featherwork, ivory!
carved in supple limbs, remote gazes and crusty
wounds, gold-leaf reredos in bellows pyramidal
from an organ pipe: an opulence wrought from
the nightmare of native oblation, of X-ian zeal
waged on local hands in effigies, Saint James
the Greater made in Goa and the Philippines,
or Rose of Lima, in a ministry of Indians
and slaves fallen victim to epidemic, heroically
to God and in penitential practice so extravagant
—cat claws and fish bones across her wasted
flesh—as to be the subject of ecclesiastic inquiry
into questions of faith, soundness of mind
stretched the length and breadth of his midrib
and torso in taut spasms, teeth clenched and lips
in a slather of animal darkness in time spent under
thickets, our twin intelligence a forearm and fist
in fast strokes around gleam and edge, tips
wet with each other, then deeper, to a clump
of hair and fingers guiding the back of his
head, mouth over gloss and curvature, blade
inextinguishable when too-slow a swelter released
in sounds of who, whose ah spread soaked along
his back and thighs rubbed sleek across
the wonder imperfections of form, lips abruptly
pursed to each moan pillowed by the sudden
hush of skin a spirograph, his dark upper
eyelids and lashes down his own limbs
now in aftermath-order and lucible enormity
go to catch the rattled ought of a third concurrent
universe unlatched the more you wait, chalk drawn
thick of old around the marred bodies left
by the citizen squads our authorities facilitate, fail
to prosecute, guilt being therefore—quote/unquote
or so the papers—a ‘willful negligence,’ a ‘scathing
complicity’ in the bloodlust rife until ‘wolves
lower’ incite the end of illness, until the highland
collide of cricket jaguar issue running water
when physical comfort, when bodily prowess
and sovereign shape are rendered command
over the meaning of a nimbus once in sprigs
of goldenrod or Indian paintbrush, chalice
owing to rock crystal and featherwork, ivory!
carved in supple limbs, remote gazes and crusty
wounds, gold-leaf reredos in bellows pyramidal
from an organ pipe: an opulence wrought from
the nightmare of native oblation, of X-ian zeal
waged on local hands in effigies, Saint James
the Greater made in Goa and the Philippines,
or Rose of Lima, in a ministry of Indians
and slaves fallen victim to epidemic, heroically
to God and in penitential practice so extravagant
—cat claws and fish bones across her wasted
flesh—as to be the subject of ecclesiastic inquiry
into questions of faith, soundness of mind
stretched the length and breadth of his midrib
and torso in taut spasms, teeth clenched and lips
in a slather of animal darkness in time spent under
thickets, our twin intelligence a forearm and fist
in fast strokes around gleam and edge, tips
wet with each other, then deeper, to a clump
of hair and fingers guiding the back of his
head, mouth over gloss and curvature, blade
inextinguishable when too-slow a swelter released
in sounds of who, whose ah spread soaked along
his back and thighs rubbed sleek across
the wonder imperfections of form, lips abruptly
pursed to each moan pillowed by the sudden
hush of skin a spirograph, his dark upper
eyelids and lashes down his own limbs
now in aftermath-order and lucible enormity
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