Lustra

So would I to the hills again / so would I / to where springs the fountain / there to draw from // And to hill top clamber / body and soul / whitewashed in the moondew / there to see from // So would I from my eye the mist / so would I / thro’ moonmist to hilltop / there for the cleansing // Here is a new laid egg / here a white hen at midterm.

The flower weeps, unbruised, / for him who was silenced / whose advent dumb-bells celebrate / in dim light with wine song: // Messiah will come again / After the argument in heaven / Messiah will come again ... // Fingers of penitence bring / to a palm grove / vegetable offering with five / fingers of chalk ...

Thundering drums and cannons / in palm grove: / the spirit is in ascent. // I have visited; / on palm beam imprinted / my pentagon — // I have visited, the prodigal ... // In palm grove, / long-drums and cannons: / the spirit in the ascent.