Whatever sparring light marrs and death amends Pluck from the warring Hollows of my hand; Whatever of cooing good life plunders to extend 5 And we wrestle like drunken divers to breakage Pull from the sounding mellows of my mouth Until death that takes all gives my stone tongue back. Whatever of love creeps from the lying wind Blows my coal, 10 Lashed eyes to tears; Whatever care cracks from the cormorant docks Or discovering sorrow divots from the feathering shore And makes life spasm in the teeth of time Sights down the red waters of my blood. 15 Comfort and mother in my manhood hums And I break In the tide's sprawls awake; My black veins wreathed in the sea's last knock I strut my shivers to their grave-finding breath 20 Until, moon-man and bone-man, I rub my salt face off And lie down dying with my brother coral in the dark.
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.