the milk sea
Blacktar Baby is carried,
deposited like a little Moses
in his feathered swaddling at the shore.
seas bathed in mist; sweet vapor
grassy as mare’s breath.
a small window in the ivory expanse
widens at the horizon…
an antechamber filled with echoes.
the distant alto chorale grows luminous.
a cabal of gold foil.
(vocal polyphony and harpsong)
a white flag somewhere drifts easily in the wind.
heart first… vision closes, softly.
smooth waves of foam wash across his eyelids,
As a pearl is rent in reverse,
an eon of layered material dissipates
to unveil the beautiful child at the core.
For 3 days Blacktar Baby swims.
As he presses forward through the ocean,
beads of tar peel away and bob on the surface.
scent of coal, wood, petroleum, ammonia.
volatile methanol drifts freely in the tidepools.
taints the skin of the milk-sea with iridescent tar-veins-
black fluids that marbleize and hang in the cream.
volatile tar-liquids at the surface touch oxygen and combust-
Veils of Fire ::
scarlet jets lick the sky for a microsecond and vanish.
Frescos of Smoke ::
images hang in the air and dissipate.
hear the chimes, did you know
/ that the wind when it blows
/ is older than Rome
/ and all of this sorrow...
Blacktar Baby treads milk.
sweet cream & tar thicken in smoky curds.
old membranes slip away,
disseminate in lactic acid.
Blacktar Baby dreams
of gut flora, sweating;
fungal nodes bursting through pores,
welling up into corpuscular acne.
bulbous mounds of black waste.
cleansing is an unlovely process.
10,000 doves dive along the surface of the sea,
skimming away thick layers of tar & cream.
Around the bend, mist of rosewater.
what kindness is this
what gentle hands
Blacktar Baby still treads,
slower now- struggling, in a near-solid sea.
curds thicken into thick, creamy butter.
The ring of doves circles, skims the sea. Both milk & tar disperse, and as the last dove skims the last morsel of butter from the child’s eyes, the doves too become still, their wings beating slower
slower - -
they hang; statuesque in the air,
forming an arc of white wings.
a colorless rainbow,
like St. Louis or a time-lapse of Pegasus.
acknowledges him; newly formed.
his cheekbones bright and smooth;
his breastplate strong and fearless.
Freckles skim the surface, clear on clean skin,
and bright eyes gleam like sapphires.
She traces a finger along his cheek,
with certainty, pride of character development.
cradles the nape of his neck, with sure hands.
Their eyes meet softly;
clear of vision, pure of heart.
With a gentle shove, he’s through the arc.
get going, kid.