by Peter Lamborn Wilson

Swamp Angel
language itself was the first
action at a distance
blue Jewel bruises, white bites
abracadabra’d out of plosives & labials
elfshot thunderstorms.

Call & response
moistured air carries the
weight of words
               & we take responsibility
for all the “lost years” & “lost dauphins”
& the brilliant artificiality of
Sanskrit or Latin.

Then writing must be doubly so
if only there weren’t so much of it
bending in the wetlands of my heart.