Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Execution, by Brandon Shimoda

after "The radiant point" by Megan M. Garr

The passing blazes
Does not fast

Enough. Look up

The wind
Along the lines

Might get
To everyone more than just
As concentrated

Storm and Prussian
Blue, vermilion and white
Equally near to shadow—

The sound


Every event is this
Every night this night. Burnt earth and even vermilion—
Every arm incorrigibly composed
Upon the solar
Gesture, every gesture violence gray, moving
The radiant dome, the stars
Do exit

Into muscle—

Every history
Is this
Hand perhaps
It opens out
The flesh sings wide at the new
Architecture, holding
The execution

What can I do with such small
Children on my hands?

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