Monday, April 30, 2007

Two from Khaos' Magic

Zipporah’s Flint

She murmurs:
magic managed
demands blood.
She scrapes
her son’s skin
away with a flint
and wipes blood
on her husband’s feet,
loosing Khaos
from the desert
and paying passage
to Pharoah’s plague.


He slowly speaks,
meaning he hesitates
between thought and word.
He stutters
and stammers
like the Púca.
Yet, even with this malady,
he transforms stored visions
through mediation
of his brother’s tongue
into a magic rod.

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