Viatica (5)
this the partition and this
its departure: a language that limped
with death inside, an angel, a fire,
an angel, a foe: and a name
that limped with a name inside
and rested between us, wresting
us from us: edgewater and a cappella,
pillar of cloudwarp, pillar of fear,
and whithersoever a scapegrace
flees the voice that fled from him:
no one of cerement, no one of caul,
recursive in a tailored wind
that shuttles back and forth
across the bay: the sun was the sun
and the moon was the sun, and he
was a cloud of witness unto the sun,
the scald, a chorus of sunlight,
the faithlessness of its veer:
o sorrow of cobalt o sainfoin
o stone, this current that picks up trash
as it crawls, to scatter it farther down
along the coast: with death inside,
both of us deathward,
angel my enemy, nowhere my name