Its ear attunes homage to those wings
that would entice a consort’s tailored song.

white line broken line white dividing
right from right white sign house oh

paper sheets of sheets
robes of hoods winking
clouds stirring storm

Leisurely, the evening sky puts on the robe

held up for it by a crown of ancient trees;

Less than a gnat’s hum in the vast expanse,
its inner antennae flame with your need.

1. As the Gods Who All Things Know
You would save the harrowed from their foregone fall,

What did I know then of the resurrection through
metal?

When you die
Will your lives attend your funeral

“You’re not even dead, are you?” I think to ask
as my cappuccino mug slips to the floor.

Blue’s on vacation. Your eyes
turn white in this light, ivory,