A snail pulls
Long at its home
Like Bogie at
Before his line:
A desultory trailer
Posted August 30, 2007.
Something you don’t see in a Christmas pageant: the slaughter of the innocents. But there it is, in the middle of Matthew’s account.
Matthew’s baby Jesus is peripatetic, dodging bullets & fulfilling scripture. “Out of Egypt have I called my son.” “He shall be called a Nazarene.”
Luke: baby Jesus with the lambs. Matthew: baby Jesus on the lam.
Across from the school, a cemetery. Twenty-six stockings hang there tonight.
Our gulls roar overhead all July, jets intersecting tide, intercepting time, picking off eyes and the glints of wriggling scale.
On our way to Mull, the sullen gull, never full, culled through our brill, then skulked about the hull.
All words’ etymology: the cry. The mother of all words.
All words’ Eve: the wail, the holler, the pull. The squalor of gulls’ squalls.