Moon Of Steel

‘ It is a heart,
  This holocaust I walk in,
  O golden child the world will kill and eat. ‘
                               - Sylvia Plath

(1)

Oh, caustic dream,
Coiled neatly as a spring,
How you wait.

You release your deities
Marrow to holiness ---
A sacrificial precipitate.

The gentle creature
Stirs in a basin of
Hollowed out containment

Awaiting the lactation of
A thousand milky stars,
And I saw it,

Numbingly fortunate on
A crisp, linen sheet
Stained by heresy.

In droplets I recalled it,
Drabs, marring
My only remembrances.

Its own tallow sustaining
Its ousting of a world
In such this maternal embrace.

(2)

A terrible darkness ---
A sound and fury
Wrecking the peace of mutiny.

A lecherous  contractivity
And purity wears its hood,
I wonder how it bears such sameness.

Such sainthood remands
Humanities consequences
And I follow, Oh Stone Monument.

Childlike and golden; a sun ---
Such fairness is reaping in
Its planes, its plateaus.

Upon an anvil of resolution,
And in remorse she lay,
Silently, silently.

Give them back to me, I pray,
The final door of gauze settles;
We ensconse in a clarity.

How I hardly await such
Infinite suffering of that which
I hardly notice, or recognize.

(3)

In these thickets of humanity
I lull you to sleep ---
A humming machine.

Where the men are like crickets
There wings battering like steel
Consumed in ovens of transcendence.

It is in there, I pray for you
Under the moons eminence,
Its core wracked in crags of sadness,

Deflowered by night ---
A stony perfection
Steeled in galvanic resolve.

You fly, and I
Wear such fragrant hope ---
I cry in jags, O Moon,

Burgeoning spirit on the wind,
How you permeate my horizon.
The Stone Eye solidifies

And tells The World what it knows.
A horrendous story unfolds;
How, in this, the Lambs Legacy is gold.

(4)

They were at my sides, the two
Unfolded, each to each,
A heavens bronzed burnishings

And her petals wore the
Decay of leaves in Fall;
Floral, sweet and dampening.

A tiny bud to emerge ---
And the Sun beckons it,
Calls it forth to be born.

It floats above the cataclysms
Of a heart in its final throes
Of redemption and rectitude.

I wanted to lie, and lie
Amongst the gilded roses
And watch them open, one by one.

I wanted to close my eyes
To see them, to dance in the
Soft pinks of nostalgia,

To watch them brown like
Fall leaves as I melt in the solar radiation ---
It is brilliant, that flash,

That perfection cauterized my heart
As ashes of a child teach a world to
Remember how to cry.

(5)

To enter indifference, you and I,
The void of wordless peace;
An empty scroll to release.

And Sands of Eternities
Wrapped our hushes
This far, we have no furthur

To go, to unfold, we fold
Into an Awakening and The Worlds
Autumns slide along a heroism,

Metallic and shining,
Never saddened in coming so far
As to avoid such grief.

For It shall complete you
Even as its clarity fades,
So shall we as a necessity.

The Moon is peacable
And taciturn as we are, but how
The Worlds flints will fly.

Though seperate, you and I,
We will merge in a luminescence
And burn with a reverance ---

Our stories like scents will bleed
In one, this endless plight ---
To know the madness of a world.

                    .......



Inspired by these poems:

‘ Edge ‘
‘ Mary’s Song ‘
‘ The Stones ‘
‘ Gold Mouths Cry ‘        
                                
                     - By Sylvia Plath