Evening Will Come: A Monthly Journal of Poetics (Besmilr Brigham—Issue 49, January 2015)

The un-reconstructed Altar place at Tajin
exists now not even in the imagination

to thomas merton

it is becoming so complex

that to know one,

we must understand the other

thrown from source

(when we can be quiet in our

security of structures)

poem is not isolate,

not held or made on the page

to define—

to chisel a small or intricate

wood-shape on the unresponding stone

we are the stone

and the recorders; to make a most involved

little-bird-trackings on the page

a wet not-shaped time

I sit

looking at a simple round

heavy joined-breaking of the pillar

niche block,

that once held up the temple

a hand cannot define all

dancing figures,

those close relief forms that made a life;

the individual

held in

cut-into places on the rock