
Eclipse: Albuquerque 2012
Brother is my eclipse. The perfect
alignment, one body covering
another. I wish my body more fierce, a shield
to cover for Brother on Bullet night. My one great
regret eating at my brain and heart. Investigate this:
How do I walk around alive when there is all
of this consuming me? Can I name Bullet
moon or is death the moon? What is it that leaves
the stain of fire behind? Eclipse
glasses perch on my nose. Halo of orange. Halo of red. I try to see into the sky,
where Brother is said to be, even as the body
I knew as his was made into particles.
There was no moon on Bullet
night, but maybe that is only memory.
I remember the rain, the darkness,
my fear. The next day I saw no sun, I ate
the clouds, the dampness soaked into my boots.
The moon had nothing to cover, but we were
eclipsed.
Bullet or maybe moon left me with a stain of fire, my badge
of grief, follows me everywhere I go. Sometimes the blaze
is fury. Sometimes it is sorrow. I look to the sky and I see my heart
burning.
This selection comes from the book, Brother Bullet, available from University of Arizona Press. Purchase your copy here! Our curator for this selection is Sarah Clark .
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