Saturday, July 27, 2013

Burning Bush




How it all came
To be. It was not simple
Easy to accurately describe
The disembodied words
Fraying in the white noise
Electrifying the medium’s ether
I imagined the awkward precursors
Irradiating their vitreous humour
Against the fading cold chloroform
Their minds condensing the pure
Essence of the spectrum- intra-to ultra,
The birches white speckling the dark
Bark lightly through the lab’s window,
How I imagined their hunched backs 
Turning that clumsily, silent, formless
World like those faithful Lumbricina
Churning the flimsy pink skin dry
Beneath the gravid black lands  
Lie the slumbering unconscious Gods
Aerating the layered dementia

Of an earth, too solid, too infinite
For their abstract clinical calculations.
    

So, no wonder they abandoned you
With Petri dish and formaldehyde
There would be novel miracles too
In a language they would decode
The binary system of their God
As incomprehensible and remote
As the bush that burned, too brightly.