Enigma, unfolded and | unfolded | Tight buds where the fingertips | flush | blossoms | Harsh, also | rectilinear | a structuralist purity | in the rococo dirt | Gagging on angel, ashamed | Soft, edible, like the house | the children find in the forest | marzipan doors | translucent | jellies for windows | Palpitating | yet dry | the lush | purpose in hand | not the ashes | not the plane | downed in the jungle | Concocting | a brilliant story | but not enough | to make an ending, or even | a middle | But beginning | But ending | Folding | the wings apart | to reach | more angel | Arid | on the ridges | Totalitarian | in the stewed | amnesia of stars | Giant desert, grain by grain | swallowed | a perfect | gut of deserts | At the heart, sumptuous | But there is no heart

Test pilot’s bones | skull | capped by leather | goggles | bagged | in fraying suit | still at the controls | The raw great light of the adventure | the trapped meteor in the passing | the gas demon | in the fuel | Sky, made useful | put to work to flay | our challenge’s martyrs from mid flight | Vines | bindweed | The shattered, empty crate | and no one to puzzle | over spilled contents | Nibbling a table | in a memory’s | corner | the descent rapid | the path shallow | the fuse lit | the gunpowder | waiting | Narrating | our own | part in the history | becomes the history | a fork | in an abandoned road | Fragments, but insufficient | to make a start | Barren, where the heart begins | Glittering | a slew of wreckage | across the green | disaster | a shapely diamond | crisply cut | cold in the hands | of adjudicators | More angel | stuffed in the mouth | Implosion | The skull’s | flirtation with a butterfly’s rose | instants | told for centuries | Precise | record | Ruined | purpose

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)
(this poem, September 2015)

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