FIREGARDEN
(TRIPTYCH 3)

I. CHILD

Child
Flesh trophy
For so many nights, I breathed out your name
I breathed out life, and you flew out on the slide…

Now you’re here
like an oxcart is here – plumped with harvest
and, before you focus, I wrap
the smoky cloak around me.
We go forth, planting crucifixes in the neighborhood, you and I –
we trade stares. Your eyes immense and bold
and your skin a miracle of profit and galvanism
but the measures of doubt you foment in me,
oh, I take them like cake
and lick the umbilicus for the blessings…

Build you up – I am the waterwheel

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