1. Leda's Loss
Mid-air Y in the will
Then in the marsh, searching for the swan
Leda sent home to die upon lake- light filled
with skylark,
great rail warblers, pond birds, keepers
of tremor.
Y, with folded wing, follows the rush way,
the orpheans dueling the long song season
their dusk notes finishing a being. A heart
finally stops.
Birds wrestle the branches. Under
hemlock pleasure,
pale information
couples with phosphor in the marsh,
multiplying with small smashes and
starts into stars
reposing narratives lying-in-wait
fringed orchids, bracken
holding a death press
2. Of a Swan
Y sees all from her oval in the bare
earth: flat country sun flooding backwards
during the crash. How just before
Leda blinded swan, her fingers in blood
air. Y hasn't flown for weeks,
skills still inside body sheltering
what will soon be with see-through-bones,
a feel for sky. She
guides Leda through
gentian, pitcher plants ravenous and huge
to a fading radiance, swan collapsed, mute
as page-
fall. He slides from her arms like a great
ruined
dress. Already, the marsh birds
are upon him,
their
subsong drowning the sound
of Leda leaving, light as a daughter held
long in,
tired
of knowledge
3. Conjuring a Language
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Y crashes down, feet first,
between untended flares,
singeing a few underfeathers.
She
roams in the scattering black
stars
off
past exquisite poisons
prisming the parks, a helmet-shrike
testing cinnamon rocks,
a paper ship that in another light
is a boy dreaming
that
death is sometimes a bird throned
upon her landfill, rose-white, jeweled above
the spree. Y
sails with boy on his tattered boat,
teaching him decomposition, the ways of
styrofoam, scrap iron,
string. How to be incomplete.
Flying him
through
raspy metaphoric conditions, recent vocabularies,
ambiguities.
Far
removed from his original, he has forgotten
it.
Become repeated form precarious
dark
spot on the other side of say.
As Y drops him from her beak, he falls
through pearl
and
the odd stray things he has thought about
or once held
in
his hands and set afloat upon
the
glittering rupture of a stream
disintegrating into random line,
curve, argument, sign,
index
for the possible
3. Conjuring A Language : published in Samizdat
and The Possibility of Language, Seven New
Poets, Ed. Jeff Roessner, Samizdat Editions,
2000.
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