Chimaera
for Tina Murphy
Ceres and Bacchus bid good
night
sharp frosty fingers all your flowers have topped
and what scythes spared winds shave off quite
a moth bred out of moonlight I disturbed
from the dark folds where it lay hida naked thing that seems no man may cheat
and love like any jack
another dressed may prove a beastthat creature fluttered free but voided in my lap
a maggot with a human head monstrous misshapen
such whose white satin upper coat
of skin
cut upon velvet rich incarnadin
has yet a body and of flesh within
whereas anything with six foot of skeleton
with hands that grip with scalp of hair
front teeth concealed inside a face
and which leans forward as it runs
is called a man with us
the joys of earth and air are
thine entire
that with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly
the sky unrolled its folds of purple and blue to the winds
and later from these steps I saw on the horizon
a village torched by soldiers blaze like a comet in the sky
then ah the sickle golden ears are
cropped
dropping December shall come weeping in
the blood of horses become jack o lantern
the blood of men become will o the wisp
kites become sparrow hawks and those hawks cuckooswhen the sun opened its golden lashes on the chaos of worlds
and the earth was adrift with its cargo of ashes and bones
my terrified soul then fled through the grey web of halflight
but that spawn hung on in this shrill rush
and spun himself into the full of its white manecuckoos in due course again turn raptor
swallows become oysters seashells hatch geese
poor verdant fool and now green
ice thy joys
large and as lasting as thy perch of grass
bid us lay in gainst winter rain and poise
apes grown of sheep fish that are rotten fruit
flies born of roe such transformations aresouls of the dead like mountain oaks uprooted by demons
souls of the dead like meadow flowers gathered by angels
sun sky earth man all had begun all gone
I cannot tell who loves the
skeleton
of a poor marmoset naught but bone bone