Adam

By
He walks in to holy organ riot
Serpent sway
Unlined mouth
Agitation
That cracks the clay
Where the chieftain lies
“Teach me how to raise the dead,” I say
His arms open into a porch

He pulls me back
Cawing
No fleeting mayfly backwards glance
A foetal world
Back, still further back
Into himself
Searingly plain and shocked and open
Dark like a dead child’s birthday
Rain has yet to be imagined
Inside the earth we climax
Eyeless

Seconds resume

He walks away
Just that
He walks away





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