02 April 2010


Descent (woodpecker) 4/2

(sound of hollow wood)

Down the palm a heart-line a river to the wrist
Calm and cold heart-wood line that seems to crack at the turns

(sound of beak in soft places)
A flick in the marrow the tree is wincing

Lord God Bird with red throat
your feathers spread are white fingers inkwelled

You quick in dying spaces
You number leaves that remount stems
You become legend

(sound of clapping hands or leaves underfoot)

You are invisible source of echo are returned sound across the void

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