The sky came first
It swallowed the earth
and the dead
molten rock
I swallowed bits of sky
to learn its way
as if I could roll
heaven into a pill like a
prescription is a sermon
Why does the night shine
like its sky is braver
than the
day?
Does this collection of rocks
know that
their only glow is the centre
of its revolution, and all over the
universe, eons away
The greedy ozone steals
the show
And it is the angry and resentful
day
that made me
hold my head low
to the brightness
and creates the only reason
I shine
at all
but my ghost thought all it had to was
thank my form
The sky came first
It swallowed the earth
and the dead
molten rock
I swallowed bits of sky
to learn its way
as if I could roll
heaven into a pill like a
prescription is a sermon
Why does the night shine
like its sky is braver
than the
day?
Does this collection of rocks
know that
their only glow is the centre
of its revolution, and all over the
universe, eons away
The greedy ozone steals
the show
And it is the angry and resentful
day
that made me
hold my head low
to the brightness
and creates the only reason
I shine
at all
but my ghost thought all it had to was
thank my form
I swallow these bits of blue
because it swallowed me
as I spin
inside its gaping jaw
I swallowed the earth
the universe,
the sky,
the sun
and made a beginning to
my gut.
At that moment I truly felt the
molten rock
All these lost steps exist because I thought
the night was
braver than the day
and my belief in my ghost
when it
thanked me away.
From self-published book of poetry, “birds kill my wings” (2001).
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