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
