Sky Lock

9 Jul 2012

Miguel Cullen

The town’s crop
Beneath the coy spring sky.
The churning mercury of cloud
Conceals an etiquette to be observed –
These wheels are notched –
There is a code.
‘Mi yegua es la luz mala
De las crines de carbon’
The safe’s aeolate configuration
Solves.
The bow arcs
In pure pulse
And blows a white dart
Through the twelve axe heads.