Alphabet of Days (4 and 1)


dripping with fecund dirt
these words are skulls
unearthed from silence

if you’re careful you can
reconstruct an entire city
from what I do not say


ancient Celts distinguished
the poet who knew, as priest
or priestess, the power of myth

But O –
what of the snake, [or] pentagram,
or three wild geese flying
into an oblivion far removed
from any language

– No. 1, fragment of a corruption
of Robert Graves & Karyna McGlynn

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