Marc Tretin’s most recent poem to appear here was “In the Church of St. Giles” (May 2019). 

Justin Addressed by Ra, a Sun God, Whose Weeping of Bees Symbolizes Resurrection
By Marc Tretin

You cannot see where your daughter goes to be reborn.
When one “V” holds up an inverted “V,” vulva is magically written.
Because she’s seeking to return to her home,
A wept bee, with your daughter’s face, smells wallpaper flowers.

When one “V” holds up an inverted “V,” vulva is magically spelled
I’ll teach you the spell that binds you to what you should not see
A wept bee with your daughter’s face, smells the wallpaper’s flowers
Your wife’s cloud of words is a thought merging on meaning

I’ll teach you the spell that binds you to what you should not see.
Evil blinded my left eye, my right streams the makers of honey
Your wife’s cloud of words is a thought verging on meaning
Zipporah is the stinging in your eyes

Evil blinded my left eye, my right streams the makers of honey
Your wife’s cloud of words is a thought verging on meaning
Zipporah is the stinging in your eyes
Hieroglyphics is half of your wife’s body of words

Be like me, a defeated God, who weeps bees
You cannot undo the conception of your child
Hieroglyphics is half your wife’s body of words
When Zipporah reads her mother, she’ll enter her mind

You cannot undo the conception of your child
Your daughter was in your wife’s womb, never her mind
When Zipporah reads her mother, she will enter her mind
The spell that blinds you, teaches you to see

Your daughter’s path will teach your daughter the way.
She will eat nectar the color of the sunlight you cannot see.
The spell that blinds you teaches you to see
There’s no way to see where your daughter goes to be reborn