Throwing Vows
Bruce McRae
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I swear by the planet Jupiter.
By the soul of sun and clay. I swear by the blood of the lamb and platypus. By the last light to show at solstice. As my teeth crumble and step falters. As if a breath up a flue, my oath to the invisible things made principal. My pledge to the raven’s shadow. I’m down on my knees and under the earth. I sing like a cricket, the old world my song, promising my future will and forge of action, promising intention or hell or oblivion… I swear by the good night and night gone bad. I swear to the one eye and solitary heart. A mouse in the house of indulgence, I stand guard at the primrose border. I stand beside the roaring waters named Forgetfulness. A sentry, with a mouthful of bone soup and air. A partner rhyming with devotion |