Alleluias of the Red Tail
Drive, fleck-breasted bullet, down.
Plummet, plunge, pierce-eyed plume. Test the aim of talons, bow-string taut. Lay siege my word-lack, lackluster Language, razor-wing; rend wide The curtain-sky, slice cloud-veils. Pounce, grasp mouse and mole, rapt, Fear-stunned, mumbling close among Furrowed wheat and fallow. Rise, raise Me, mouse, groundling, in your gullet, Dying at your every word-wing beat. In fire-hunger, aery alchemist, consume. In the heat of heart-blood, I, convert, Will become body, embodied, bidden Voice, your throat’s cry, here to hail, Call, declare you, your dominion, Draw into chorusing your choirs, Singing winging your alleluias. Bellowing Ark. March/April, 2003, p.9. |