Every Ravening Thing: Poems
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Keats at Fourteen
She dozes, her nails fretted against the linen’s border,
a hectic rose flaming each cheek. Her lips move, no words.
The boy is guardian spirit, no one but he enters this sickroom
where his mother fades, home finally after six years—failures,
disgrace. Scarlet daughter, neighbors hiss, slave to appetite,
but John is single-minded—she will live. No one but he gives her
the tincture of mercury—one tenth of a grain daily, dabs the sweat
of her fevers away, a basket of withered poppies at his feet. He pierces
each capsule with a needle, drops it in a small glazed crock to warm
near the stove, sweat out the opium. Then he’ll add wine, saffron,
nutmeg. It takes time, the hour darkens. He cups his hand
to light the votive. She moans a furred voice from webbed lungs,
a cup of black blood brimming, the pilgrim is fleeing the City,
he leans in closer, the City of Destruction, takes her clammy hand,
that place also where he was born, so close now he’s breathing her,
“Johnny,” she cries, “lift me up, Johnny, your father is here in the room.
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Every Ravening Thing - Marsha de la O
Interrogation
What plants do you harvest in the dark of the moon?
What bodies form halos?
Cinnamon, menth, and lavender.
Dandelions and dark matter,
the moon—
cup overflowing
broken harp
punctured amulet shedding talc.
In this world, what did you see?
What shapes did light take?
Amber, and sheen of pearl.
Boneflower and weeping girl,
the moon—
old woman’s satchel
saltlick
shadowface in the well.
Can you say what you want?
To lay it down lay my story down
over the harm like a blanket of moth wings,
Death’s Head, Luna, White Witch, I want
to lay my story down.
Poem of the first kiss
The water in the spillway was only that, water, I understood the weight of water with its load of silt, I understood silt, the burden of carrying and letting go, the idea of a trench, the idea of encasing a watercourse in concrete, they released me in late afternoon in the season of early dark, a strained light still shone, three little words, oh please, please, I’m not a girl like others now, ordinary in ordinary light, the djinn ended that, the djinn lit down and smacked me good, crossing the bridge, water in the spillway only water, late afternoon moon, leaves green and breathing, I hear their little sighs, enough rain fallen the week before to wake the dead, that lily that knew to renounce every green thing and wait, clenched and knotted, that lily understood stay dead, play dead, but couldn’t resist in the end; much later I’ll live in another country, and there will be book clubs, and one woman will tell the story of how it happened in the fifth grade at the first Star Wars movie, her fingers brushing the silk of his cheek and she still knows his name, and my turn is coming, I’m waiting, getting ready to look nobody in the face, and say, I don’t remember.
Keats at Fourteen
She dozes, her nails fretted against the linen’s border,
a hectic rose flaming each cheek. Her lips move, no words.
The boy is guardian spirit, no one but he enters this sickroom
where his mother fades, home finally after six years—failures,
disgrace. Scarlet daughter, neighbors hiss, slave to appetite,
but John is single-minded—she will live. No one but he gives her
the tincture of mercury—one tenth of a grain daily, dabs the sweat
of her fevers away, a basket of withered poppies at his feet. He pierces
each capsule with a needle, drops it in a small glazed crock to warm
near the stove, sweat out the opium. Then he’ll add wine, saffron,
nutmeg. It takes time, the hour darkens. He cups his hand
to light the votive. She moans a furred voice from webbed lungs,
a cup of black blood brimming, the pilgrim is fleeing the City,
he leans in closer, the City of Destruction, takes her clammy hand,
that place also where he was born, so close now he’s breathing her,
Johnny,
she cries, lift me up, Johnny, your father is here in the room.
Darkfall
Because black blood beat against his temples
like muffled wings and
there was