life after death
after life
burning high the house
raising the city to dust
leaving behind the blue neon you sketched in the air
with your eyes
I mine for you in cello concertos
looking for the gold
like the fulgurite who stretches beneath the earth
his tendril arms
you my father were blazoned into shape electric
deities return like children
the copy renewed inside the paper press
channeled into the funnel
poured down from the sky
hand stretched out like adam
or thor
so my father
returns to me
magnetic estuary burning round my head
lithographic soul
tell me the pattern of the sky in your arm
teach me the name of the curve of your neck
build me your city that you never named