Current Events

stars wheel milk white, yours abundant 

as Eosphorus upon the acrid dusk,

on baffled winds rose petals change; 

to understand the universe

interrogate the language, 

babel music permeates the green

on heavy air, it bleeds lunar leads

across redcap marked foreheads

to blow distant anxiety, they bleed

with cold imperious faces turned

under with next harvest the illeist tongue

that bookends prophetic history;

left naked and ruined,

she steadies to take the plunge

sitting by many waters, purple

and scarlet luminous of the morning;

mountains rolled cargoes of cinnamon,

all souls saw the smoke of her burning

corruption, the city of cosmic disturbance

sends few into the wilderness with vessels 

and vials to the postexilic basket,

there they wait for twelve stars 

in the light of Ophir;

the germ of the winged harlot gathered 

lost in the sweet verses where rivers dried up

in mystic seventeen, 

to the caravan city

viruses run east trumpeting the last bowl 

in fragrances of crape jasmine,

come independent woman of divine science…

desert dreams, the hand moves in current events

deeply rooted well-watered land, 

of sandalwood and peacocks 

of ducks and doves; build before bound earth’s rebirth.