Wires carry light to children
resting their heads
against the breast’s rhythm.
Light comes
from the distant mystery
inside a lead silo.
A young man opens a switch on power.
Street lamps wake up
the first light
splitting fields where papers blow.
Eyeglasses are flying
in terrible light.
The young man is flying.
Impaled, he is losing
his head to the darkness.
The gentle pale arch of a foot
disappears.
Luminous man,
lampshade of skin,
dark instruments
in his pocket
fall out.
A woman is walking
on soft feet,
the early road to the barn.
standing, holy, in straw
turn their heads to her.
Her ear to the breathing cow
listens.
Day is breaking
through doors.
Earth has made another revolution.
New worlds burn
in dark places.
The deaths of men arrive
blazing through narrow wires
birds touch and leave.
*Site of a reactor accident, termed a small atomic steam explosion, killing three employees.