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Summer Fauve
Nick Green

For I remember the moon
Clad in purple silk
A radiant ghostly pearl
I have no knowledge of winter ritual
But I do know that the moon's life depends on mine
For my deepening life
Transmits itself to her, my mad mother
She rises up fecund and florid
And she will kill us with her light
She has eyes that mourn in solitude
Eyes that will tear us to pieces
Ensnare us with their sight
Silver one
Old one
Knowing one
My ancient friend
Murmurs and speaks of life above the ordinary
Of life in a sacred shell
The snail's shell that seals its path
With a snaky silver kiss
Where life is radiant and closer to the gods
And night falls
In adamant refusal to
All other bids to wealth
This is the true Kingdom
The Kingdom of the hills
Starve in solitude
My children, she whispers
I will find you later
Deeper and ever deeper
But now I think I shall eat my way out of the shell
Composed and serene
And ready for the next loving kill.

Summer Fauve (c)1998