September 2016

The guardian angel sits in the tree
above the black lip of street
the man walks down.
He calls the man Cargo.

The angel sees a pinewood box in place of the man,
and the street he walks is a boat,
the hull like a coal...

the first trees were felled
and sailed in, wrecked, then slept
an age in the northern sun, blackening
to iron                    were found by horsemen
leading their horses and raised as
cloud’s axles, rafters of night, a...

It considers those men that ambled &
Flushed their swords & cut off the neck
Of the blue horses & scraped off death
Dust from the carcass — rape of women
Tresses in boilers — the tin-colored animals
On the viridian grasses in particular the
Howler Monkey let the word...