The First Nausicaa

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Nausicaa 340

The weed-hearted girl of the flowers, wild
Castle-builder and least jinky radiance, she
Holds her nose and
Breathes the breath of life over us
Like golden laughter- old, but dear and loving
Least sand a happy promise new habits
In little fancy bibs and in time streamed
Prayers for seated friends
Alongside the proud waters
Apart, she will send you to her months
To wait a boy, a father, they will give you a spade
With which to dig your own grave
As you chuckle among the stars and storms
And stand on the brilliant shore
Learning patience
Learning how to suffer.

Monsters in the Floor

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Cyclops 338- 339

Your head, with all the other debris
Hurtling away from justice
Along with the dogs and the limbs and the angels,
All departed all joined in their velocity
We may one day find ourselves on islands of gold
Brought there by honorable trajectory
Shot through with remains of angels
Left worshipful at the bay where few still stay
Where we discover the giants and have
Some sympathy for them
Where we make promises hourly
That we have no intention of keeping

The progress of the faithful winds its way
The beaches and bitter ridges
Furiously driving toward some new Elijah.

From Here, I Can Almost See the Whole Thing

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Cyclops 337

The pleasureship of laughing becomes catastrophic
Stop shouting, pig! You’re a fair henchman- you of the many forgotten
I’ll find you in a gospel
You are someone else
Hold the wars- they are terrific and
Instantaneous in the shock of the exploding sun.
This becomes the answer answering
The electrical luck of our long-dead god
And a hand above the eye to shade the mongrel country
While we glide down the fair river of our custom
While flowers and horses salute our visible being
Hold on shouting hold on to these wars
As we enter the gates of the metropolis of
Mastodons those big flagless devils
Their power cheers us from the ground
Their murder warms our little hearts.

The Cubist Mathematicians

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Cyclops 336

The loafers of ceremony with their power of speech
Beseech us to distinguish our makers from artists
Whose mother is this what finds itself affecting
the bloody hand the jaw of a fly that assembles thousands?
The moon waits to receive them
Your father, your uncle the brains of a nation
Now plunge us into departure
Our names reflecting our stakes. Carrying these
We trudge toward this metropolitan crucifixion
This exhibition of execution, this
Phenomenon of late distinction that we
The living get sitting meanwhile gathering
Ahead illuminating the citizen-savior
Who knocks down the morning and unzips the day
and discovers its hidden mathematics.

Charming Old Cannibal

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Cyclops 335

The dolphin and the martin
Bring forth the nymphs laughing
Anyone’ll tell you they’re clinging to their smile
Once these sisters stood beside the
Helmsman and held a candle to you
Binding you with their golden sail
unfurling curses and drinking like sailors
their shining eyes just round the courthouse door
seeing the ending of all this they left in little cars
to go and call upon the sea
their noble hearts now linked
and riding the waves

Year of Wonders

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Cyclops 334

The damned say they are really blessed
But fish and devils inhabit them and
The spirit of the water over
Which wonders do persist they cross and
In so crossing them they see the light of
All these angels, thousands dancing on pin heads
All knowing all saying god of Abraham you
Make right these heeling ships and
Stay them in your harbor
You celebrate their discovery of death
And watch them as they bring the various back and forth
And in this happy year you do
Blame them for their consumptions
You enter them through unattended windows
And strand them in their answers

You hurry to strike the hand that gave you thanks.

Approaching Uncertain Physical Reality

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Cyclops 333

Anonymous Aquinas blessed with woven arrows
The brothers of bacteria
The time of lilies and snakes
Those legless wingless dragons frightening
They, the benefactors of our silence
Their palms are anvils on
Which are candles
Lighting the way of all the sunken virgins
Chained to these weights and weighted
To be carried into the water near Waterloo,
(they wend their way to resurrection, finding their light
Among their children.)
They are pierced with swords of stardust
Observant saints and martyrs
All come covered in Vaseline
The thing the proto-sun, the running patron
Of the morning all ink and letters all torn of paper
All newly water-born
All bellowing prayers from bays and bridges
Bearing horns and boots
With the shells of daughters and
The eyes of sons