Carl R. Martin: The Cult of Language

The Cult of Language

Dense coagulations of sound
Splinter black lights
Underwater: falling
Of bells
Through scars
And curlicues,
The squiggly semen of seaweed.

Pulsating nodules
Erect with filaments
Wave from a mushroom surface,
Hooked to the flagellant broom
Drifting up like tiny stalks
From the ocean-floor.

The orphaned face
Of Jane Eyre stares
From an ocean cameo,
Huge and interested as Artemis.

From the shell of the moon
Filtering down
Come voices
Stinging like nettles in a wind,
Webbed like flax
In a slave graveyard:
Chimeras at noon.

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