Song in Barbarous Fumarole of the Japanese Crested Ibis
The wings pierce as if they were eternity.
—Shuzo Takiguchi
The Japanese Crested Ibis is now extinct.
“To claim as arcane vapour
ruination by intrigue
by kindled leprosy morays
so that I take up in my glottis
these moral hallucinogens which actively dim
which nourish themselves on behalf of active heavenly terror
as if forking my verbs with cryptography
with bird interrogation
with a haunted crystallography of deception
mentally cross-fertilized with defective aural lobotomies
so that I momentarily sing
with a cosmic catch in my wings
floating above
a black waterfall of rye
dazzled by partial torments
by seeming in-seminal scatterings
by snow in smoking germinal mazes
it could be said that my blood has been scorched
by intensive Venusian plasma
by updrafts of wheat
by molecules that slaughter
my throat continuously parched
by wild in-secular genetics
by unfiltered parchment
by incipient nerve cuisines
empowered by listless cranial singing
carving androgynous shapes with my voice
me
an ominous fluttering angel
kept aloft by diagrams
of smouldering electrical truth
(EXCERPT)
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