Oh let the light be broken That soaked and solemn Out of the sun's mouth spoken Climbed the virgin's hide 5 And the grave of her face. Be buried in the stolen stone Each word of sight That from the tongue's priested Memory is severed 10 Hunkered in the seed of the cold. Oh let the light be broken Over shackled genesis Until the husks have spoken Word and weed and sizzling stem 15 Out of the grave of her face Alive again, and the once burning Turn of the world Stumbles back to ochre. Let man and woman and infant dread 20 Out of harrowed heart Lain long and solemn Step from the narrow incision Speaking in leap years The carved distresses 25 Scourged in the drop of a tear's face Hanging and grieving After its home of fruit Under bruited tree Bruised and fishnet against the sky 30 Solemnly detached as a leaf's face Ghosted on stones Waiting for the last hanged man To dive alive at last.
From the collection "Constellations in December"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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