The Sun Spear
You are pierced, it’s true,
and the sun has seared your child flesh;
but since we share a flame,
and since we spin like spirits in a ceilidh of flames,
I am split and seared with you,
kilted to our wounds
by a fine, sharp pin, sawn from the bone.
It’s not enough to scorch the wound,
or smudge our flesh with sage;
we need to bathe in sea water,
allow a salted, sizzling ecstasy to our veins,
as if a galaxy of butterflies could beat the waves with their wings,
and lift the drowning infant into the arms
of a broken mother.
Then we might at last caress the pain,
sew it to the infinite comfort
of a new born mythology,
without the kiss of guilt,
or bite of history
Stephen Nelson is the author of Lunar Poems for New Religions (KFS Press) and Thorn Corners (erbacce-press). His latest book is a Xerolage of visual poetry called Arcturian Punctuation – http://xexoxial.org/is/xerolage61/by/stephen_nelson. He blogs visual poetry at www.afterlights-vispo.tumblr.com.