Separate Generous Nameless
Only now may it be spoken
that the Divine had placed Her numinous imprint
upon the holy earth of those several young summers.
Beyond The Law that poured from the mouth of her mother;
Beyond The Law that lived uncertainly in the heart of her father
she discovered a city of refuge
separate generous nameless without discord.
all of this mere steps from the plate-shattering word-hurling din of the house of war
Thus was the conflict-laden foundation born/borne
the beginning of concealment, duplicity, falsehood, shame, and hell-terror
No
hell shockingly was a heavy sinking given
But how then, does one reconcile the hellish and the holy?
Earnest earth
constant earth
your spun sun draws blood
disclosing tiny seeds and veined tracery
implicit in the globed translucent fruit
the chthonic green spears
that thrust silently into the astonished grass
the arbors sweet with purple grapes
This the beat of an ahistoric child
one guilty foot in each world
To whom can this child look?
not to the Church
certainly not to Moloch
and not to The Law.
Where now is the original song that set free
melts iron bars and demolishes false borders?
Is it she then?
she who has cellular knowledge of both summer worlds
is it the music of her own primal voice
that will reconcile these great contradictions?
poem by Joan Woodbridge
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