Transit of Venus

Posted on Friday, June 08, 2012, under ,


The Transit of Venus

The Earth is one
as it sits to look up
into Space.
Heads tilt. A smirk a squint
unites us. We
the earth people
behind filmstrips
behind welding masks
waiting in rain
waiting in vain for a hole
in clouds.

One of us
several orbits old
saw the sun and said
the sun had a mole
on its face.
By quarter to three
most decamped
the high plateau
disheartened to see
the dark mole go.

June 6th, 2012















  
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Eurotrip p.3

Posted on Monday, June 04, 2012, under


Castelluccio

We did not go to the hills. The hills came to us.
                                Anon., XI c.

From St Benedict’s provenance
up the hairpin roads
dotted with landslide rock
and cow pies of gentle Chianina
idling inside a sharp U-turn,
then a descent as the foot taps
the brake like Morse code
onto the flat Piano Grande
leaving a trail of oil dust,
observed from the nonporous
backdrop by sheep, birds
of prey and haystacks alike,
the way a stagecoach
might have been watched over
by the Apache extras.

By the moonless window
old Benedict had a vision
of God’s inconceivable universe.
For all we know he never
set foot in Castelluccio.
Not many have. Having made
it this far, you’d take a long look
at yourself as the meltwater
rushes down the Apennines,
as the fog ascends – the karst
sinkholes being blocked –
smothering the village.
Away from the world’s
prying eyes, the stage
set for iniquity.


















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