new light through Pisces window snakes
the tainted throat of Summer spits her love
a decade flaunts its haunting starts
its prelude pumping Winter through the long arch of the ache;
hymns church-rock reeling clock-wise to the owl
in irons bound for Saturns sudden glow
the tall mouth beats the famine tunes the whisper
as sings seafarers bottle-neck and leans a further south;
the air that gravels voice and grave for the heavens pick
knots railway trees to the grumble-weeds of bullring
walking still-born to the headstone of the Stork
with mummied hands and a single strand of air;
as old haunts chant and crave a gauntlets touch
the mountains breast feeds earthworm tail and thunder
the blades of teeth bite cheerful Magpies barrow
shaped as sea as bright as rainbows trout;
my marrowbone gives chase the knuckled foot
the last street bandaged tight, the horned-mist blows
feeding Capricorn a rose from Cancers garden
drifting merry widows sidestreet to a storm;
new light through Pisces window snakes
white oil of house too cold to father dust
the chimes that weld its fingers to my okra
home to the painted landscape on my rib;