The Brazier And The Bush

Trading the newly-developed technology

for praise and hunger subsiding,

lip-smacked oregano

plays with trees and plants

and the bush too livens the landscape

preferably too short

for posing in the scrub.

 

Heathens subside

into post-natal crying and laughter,

overtures to succinct melodic pleasure,

and hymns from the night lessen

the previously-owned quarters

so that in the room

the girl sat

half-naked

yet completely embalmed

in the smoke of her candle.

 

And outside the brazier burns

stubble

and auguries omit the idea

that sometime soon

large parts of the picture

will crumble

as the bush shoots out.

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