Mithraic
Nine thousand nine hundred
and ninety-nine years
Zarvan murmured
to get a son
And now his descendants
are flogging off
the houses of heaven
and the five coasts of the earth
With his sea-goat ready
for departure the mythologist
beholds once again
the shattered world egg
Poor Summer in Franconia
The poster in the village shop
recalls the yellowed terror
of the Colorado beetle
In the backroom behind her
the shopkeeper’s children sit glued
to the nation’s wooden eye
Windfalls lie leaden in the garden
and blue in the crayfish-stream
flow the suds from the washing machine
The Moor on the hill
peeps from an American tank
among the dying spruces
In the afternoon
my crazy grandfather
torches the fields
My last aspirin
dissolves gently
in a glass
As the pain subsides
I hear once more
the call of the distant posthorn
From Across the Land and the Water, to be published by Random House on April 3, 2012.