nascent

 nascent--

not under stars, but of them. shine
body, shine. till you have murdered
the sky, bled black night
and found all possession of light
possessed

with hands still growing covet-
pitch yourself into honey, blueberry,
and sugar lips. let the flower kiss
the bee, eat off natures supine palm;
squash hands to one,

break. and break the bread
with smooth intent, and with wine laden
breath you whisper in
the ear of mad dogs:
let blood be your perfume.
sand carved troops you let drown in the sea,
yellow-sunned hair swishes in your eyes;
greedily you will hunt this native blessing
and ruin her with appalling ease.

call to the moon and shovel her like a coin
into your pocket, crooked finger pin
between your teeth,
bite down till blood is drawn, skin opened,
and your light you set upon the sun;
drown it,
drown it in the midnight sky.
covet this world, full-grown
you hold the earth and in your final breath may
lazy fingers unravel from your own damn throat.

we will celebrate your passing.