The cemetery of St Bridget / by darkness covered <br /> <br /> word-sheaths to widen word-wombs to deepen <br /> <br /> ejaculating into <br /> <br /> <br />The lover doesn't know why or whither but is thanking for the grass he gets <br />a museum of earthy learning <br /> <br />a museum of earthy learning could fill the body with black trance <br />hot rhythms could make him heave earthy out of the flagstone <br />his yellow catkins could rain cling could green clusters along his holy street <br /> <br /> <br />He was in her abyss in her warming life-giving essence <br />so mild at a distance so annihilating near by <br />the wrinkles of her eyelids made up with the colour of an excited sheath opening <br /> <br /> the lover's burden there to slake her thirst <br /> <br /> ringing words in his hands <br /> ringing words around the chapel shaped like a bird <br /> <br /> shovels full of words <br /> <br /> wordquakes <br /> <br /> distant word tremors<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-darkness-covered-a-bartender-s-good-night-part-12/
