Once More This Meeting Place

once more this meeting place

three minutes more in silence

the four walls spin and turn bereaved

her many faces clock-wise to a faith;

 

as frozen man in the pocket of the Wren

heart upturned on her buttered wings descent

from merry-mad to the seething cobbles age

six score years on the yeast of simple sorrow;

 

as beggar on a church-crawl racing time

red meat bright as powder flickers lame

to secrets of the tongue to far beyond

to pluck man's Adams-apple from the vine;

 

no less a pregnant man than he and I

ears march to the drumming mandrake as she sings

of heaven in a bridal gown 

to hells forbidden son;

(where comes a truer meaning of it all?)

 

once more this meeting place

as frozen man in the pocket of the Wren

as beggar on a church-crawl racing time

no less a pregnant man than he and I;

(where hides my mothers womb of understanding?)