A perch for the wind

      Whose bones I break bear the ash 
      Breath first tongued in soot; 
      Whose back I bare endures the lash 
      Of days as quick as coals. 
5     Whose tongue I suck between two gasps 
      Of bare babe's cry and skull's knobbed crack 
      Vowels a violent void that snaps 
      Babe, grave and groin in our kisses' black. 
      Whose wormy, wasted soul I own 
10    Filched infinity from moldy bloods; 
      Animal and man I dug for sup 
      And killing and kissing gave forth God.

 

From the collection "Nobody Poems"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

More information available on gregglory.com.