Pine embellished by Cassiopeia arched over prone morning.  Meadowlark laughed, cougars stalked shadows, crow deputies.  Bent creek carried silt of spring, sigh of cedar.  Cold mist, feathered cloak marked him of eagle and raven.  He took part night, river’s depth in bent cedar boxes along grease trails over walls called cordillera.  Distantly ships put into several bays.  Raven gave up tricking salmon people, at Rose Spit called out first, men.  Who had invented dance now demanded war.  What speech there was was lament. Undone morning weeps bloodied.   Anger-melted gold fills insatiable mouths, shames what night cannot hide.  No more hand set to house front, no more ashlar of jasper. Night casts her spears, we have not even time to die.  Flee hands which reach from river, children ghost small starving birds.  Rejoice in crow’s carrion cruelty, Owl devour those we cannot smother in our desperate escape.
                               Look up beaten, complaining, supreme.  Reconstruction begins in this torpor, a boredom purring heart cannot abolish.  Inebriated with the impossible, go past mission outpost’s Gide and a Kempis to the lineage house of men.  Hegel whispers I never did believe.  Attar extend gender-inflected zero.  In the wrong season glisten with sugary neoprene. Belong to at least two countries, Land of Goshen sours.  Break into Quechua, haunt cruel Saturdays, look for amigo.  Wheat field marries into lion’s eye.  Ayacucho fanfares enclose the wind.  White-breasted, black-winged, displace requiem.  Recover lost chives, cottonwood’s inerrant perfume, shooting stars on the other side of the river. When mountain burns, Eyes-Are-In-Festival yields turquoise.  Let him palmer drink iris dry.  Sky falls, camas blooms, then this morning white tail flicker in low aspen, chickadee dee dee dee, chickadee dee dee dee.

Right laments the passing of a time

when youths were disciplined, modest,

leukanthes, white-flowering,

melikrous, honey-skinned.

As Socrates reminds Glaukon,

who as an erotikos should remember:

if they’re dark say they’re manly,

if fair, children of the gods

who get under your skin.

When an athlete got up

he had to brush the sand,

take care not to leave an imprint.

Who had put thigh forward,

not to show anything cruel or harsh

adjectives predicated of Eros himself.

Right’s point sight torments.

Where Plato broods, eremenos rested.

Quick to St Rita’s cold creaking pews

where throats were blessed

No rainbow’s bones caught

but walking reverie punished

with Alocoque’s Sacre Coeur

smothers communards’ ashes

             27 May 1871

Ate Pollux, forty francs for his trunk,

rats from 60 centimes

bread adulterated, catacombs’ milled

bone meal commons ate,

       where Sacre Coeur

raised up Commune began

Eugene Varlin, bookbinder

union organizer shot twice

Twenty to thirty thousand died thus
      
De Goncourt observes

solution brutal but next revolution

deferred a generation

Here beginning returned to,

only memory can go forward.

Pectoral diminuendo does not short change,

uncurls postraos aqui la eternidad empieza,

y es polvo aqui la mundanal grandeza.

Untranslatable take off your long pants.

Faith, justice, tibia, carpals compass breathing.

Long-legged, supine, o your Indian eyes.

To the pass Nombre de Dios, iron lances, iron halberds,

iron swords, iron shirts, iron helmets, destroy all gods.

                       In March 800 eaten with chilies.  

Omne regnum in se ipsum divisum desolabitur,

every kingdom divided

                 against itself falls to Smallpox ******.  

       Great stones attached

to their feet whipped as they hung,

            five thousand tortured, all being idolaters

not possible to proceed juridically against them,

                        impossible to finish in 20 years,

meanwhile all would go to hell

                   de Landa observes.  

That the custodians of a people so new to the faith

should become their executioners.

                         Whip necessary as bread    

El celeberrimo caso de 1562, a three-month Franciscan terror.

Hull shudders,
sails wind-tormented rip
Five days without meat
thefts of everything
            we had
Coppermine River
where no tree grows
          abrogates
gentle sweet Avon
which not only lost
but decapitated
blushed a prayer book.
For really the poorest
hath a life to live
as does the greatest
and therefore truly
every person
           that is to live
under a government
ought first by their own
put themselves
under that
         Then I ask
where are sweet flowers?
         They answer
cut whatever you want
    drink gently
golden hummingbird
who are you looking for?

Go lunar over what was not said.

Aggravate species boredom

propel dusty candor.

Present-tense licorice jubilees

flense scriptural from impossible.

     Never transcend functional utility.

Procrastinate

lucent s-curved apothecary.