Wednesday, October 06, 2010

The Khidr hid my sea to find a fish --
it bit, leaving the bark in

me halved, so I separated
sung: once for the world

where it is left & for the bit
that held it noticeably -- back;

my Musa choked, la la, my angelis
now exorcised, I Cough; خ

ya khidr’an, how many ibn’an
‘ll break within my name
before I can begin
& sons of sons
to gag by a sin
gle fin?