I Hope You Are in That Sun

Burning your hegemony

In effigy to all

That is absent

Inasmuch as we are

But this skin of names

Burning on some

Other sound for now

In whose dreams

Did the sun appear

No sun at all

Like a light before

Light was

These notes stretch

All the sounds we can be

Forget the violence

Of their music

Other first principles

We can’t mean

Sweating in exile

From certain pedigree

Identity messes

Everyone up

The ego which was all

Disabling sings

A new name

This morning a kind

Of third thing no

Sun could ever be

Suffered like a drug

Everything we see

The world

Is an epigraph

So call grace its score

That knowing spreads

Its cure

Rhyming in a world

No one has seen

Sequenced like my Lord

Summoning an end

To music.

--for David Rattray