LAGUNA WITH FISH
the Christian Fish was caught
marshes flourished, wild game gamboled in the bracken, cornfields,
melons, apple and apricot orchards were lovingly tended--then
Ichthyos was hoisted, staring down at malignant ponds
praying to be spawned.
garden is an island, a fish-baiting
man is a man-eating fish, a deep hole a quarry filled to the
brim with spirited tides of hierophanies or acres
of pits and underground mines, earth turned inside out,
hauled up, refined.
in the combers of a May wind, arching fishtails celebrate boys who
survived the edges of growing up to this point hooked to a post,
anguished fins beating against
invisible currents, with baskets and bulging eyes.
History's carping voices?
We drink the ruins as if elixir
whispering to children in Mother's
cloaked lap, adding stories to stories, ancestral remains
flower from the depths, a discrete
blooming drowned in devotions deeper than ourselves, this world
keeps bobbing up groundless, each sallow
corpse replacing its elder.