B H Fairchild Black Poems
- 1. Song
"Gesang ist Dasein"
A small thing done well, the steel bit paring
the cut end of the collar, lifting delicate
- 2. The Deposition
Dust storm, we thought, a brown swarm
plugging the lungs, or a locust-cloud,
but this was a collapse, a slow sinking
to deeper brown, and deeper still, like the sky
- 3. Early Occult Memory Systems Of The Lower Midwest
In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat
of his father's Ford and the mysterium
of time, holds time in memory with words,
night, this night, on the way to a stalled rig south
- 4. The Art Of The Lathe
Leonardo imagined the first one.
The next was a pole lathe with a drive cord,
illustrated in Plumier's L'art de tourner en perfection.
Then Ramsden, Vauconson, the great Maudslay,