Big terror descends.
A drumming glare, a flickering face of flames.
Something writhes apart into a signal,
Fiendish, a filament of incandescence.
As it were a hair.
In the maelstrom’s eye,
In the core of the brimming heaven-blossom,
Under the tightening whorl of plumes, a mote
Scalds in dews.
A leaf of the earth
Applies to it, a cooling health.
A coffin spins in the torque.
Wounds flush with sap, headful of pollen,
Wet with nectar
The dead one stirs.
A mummy grain is cracking its grimace
In the cauldron of tongues.
The ship of flowers
Nudges the wharf of skin.
The egg-stone
Bursts among broody petals –
And a staggering thing
Fired with rainbows, raw with cringing heat,
Blinks at the source.