Devotional ii

It is concluded. Exuent.

    He there alone,
    His finest Son

in that intolerable restraint.

Still in the mind the flags of pain

    flap red, and beat.
    It is complete.

Now comes the thunder, and the rain.

12.24.14

Ancient Conflict

"Whence came the Great Spirit?
upon whose breast
did He His strength inherit?
At who's behest
Did He come in the sky
and claim that I am I ?"

The doubting warrior queried.
And quoth the chief,
"Whispering Snake has tarried,
without relief,
so long on the path of battle
his head begins to rattle."



meh. 9.19.13

Para Mi Esposa

You kneel and faintly move
your cloying scent,
not cinnamon or clove,
Nor burning mint,

but earthen, like the dust,
or pungent brine;
or like the rain, or rust,
or musk of pine.

I cup my lips and quench
a parching thirst
while from your throat I wrench
a gasping burst

of Spanish expletives
that shock my wits;
and yet your grace survives
such aspirates.