POEM
Chimera
BY AVERILL CURDY
__________________[abstract - in two parts]
I will take your stony heart and give you one of flesh.
The wake sewing shut those white lips
and after when leagues and all behind to salt
fell the grateful Spaniards prayed
It became their habit to turn eyes sore away
from surfeit Rashes and abrasions of spring
leaf stem vine blossom aphid & berry stridulant
intricate and promiscuous without the rose
or borage or pomegranate embowered
in flaunting silks on gauntlet cuffs No
none of that repose their soldier-love required to root
* * *
The air flexing began to bruise green around them
the fresh human injury of them Like flies
trapped in a bottle they didn’t know what to do
and carried on doing it
while bird by bird invisible rescinded its song
while the sun a drop of vinegar in milk curdled the sky
Quiet sumptuous as pain eased by what hand
abrupt as that held in the breath
exhausted just before the witch confesses
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