Strange New Earth

Undersong III.

STRANGE NEW EARTH
from Pearl and Other Poems

i wait for the sun

to mount the horizon

and leave its wake of blood-

red blood

II.

the sun drags its shivering

body above the glass-

scattered pavement

and heaves itself with a final, weeping

less-than-a-cry and

hangs there, stunted, ape-like

made of a thousand

punctured yellows (orange fire-

red helium helio-

trope the crimson

holocaust theweeping con

flagration thedevourng el-

emnt & angl-xplsn & firfre  frr  rrrr) spin-

ning, hung

up on a milk-

y cata-

ract:

Dawn

in

the

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III.

holy milk the holy

blood the holier

bells the holier

carillons ringing

the soft white milk of the end

of the world the moon

is black in the sky the sky

is broken flecks

of ash fall through

(c) 2014 lee sharks

from Pearl and Other Poems:
http://www.amazon.com/Pearl-Other-Poems-Crimson-Hexagon/dp/0692313079/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429895012&sr=8-1&keywords=lee+sharks+pearl