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When Masai Raise Spearheads

05.07.14 Posted in today's words, Uncategorized by

Charles Bane, Jr’s poem For Jane Kenyon appeared here in April 2012.

When Masai Raise Spearheads
By Charles Bane Jr

When Masai raise
spearheads to Ngai
at his falling wordless
leave, they mirror unsheathed
swords of city heights, wavering
in the breath of the unseen.
All mystery is powerless
before the respiratory fate
of light as you wash your
face, your back to me.
It is time to admit, as
I brush sand from
your feet, the odds
that a universe dimmed
will draw you in again for release.
You will be lost as four hundred
planets at first count are waterless,
or put in safekeeping of molecular cloud.
Somewhere distant, I will be noble
gas or fleeting charge. We will
meet, but incorporeal as gods.



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