Blood of an eye: tamarisk gall.
Blood from a shoulder: bear’s breach.
From the loins: chamomile.
Blood from a head: lupine.
A hawk’s heart: heart of wormwood.
— From Coptic & Greek Magical Papyri
Schematic humans ... figures of them, & their helpers ...
odd jagged breath lines, serpentine imagination,
for the love of larynx
name them, say them, dis-articulated ...
But frequencies in “settlement” contexts ... where
scent might rise from
migrant distances & disappearances
child keeps saying keep the bottle don’t smash ... my water, my life ...
or death aroma, if it come
Who will settle ... & you? all of you?
what is landing
artifacts seem solo today ... more horror, & twisted
Some things get special treatment ...
her head a succulent melon
her neck for example, a slope of
yearning ... warnings ... something dark
in that jar ...
winding bandages, shrouds for beautiful bodies
or useful equipment covered with ocher ... always red in rust ...
and hoisting those urgently dead,
& stink of the dead
...... Wheels, mainstays: coils and springs, tense feet
pebbles! notice them?
& their incisions, sitting in bowls
lending credibility ...
...... decorated pebbles
& from chambers, like strings of agate ...
you want to enter to get a dark glow ... you want to get them back ...
& there might be prayer, mantra, keening
there might be
a boat’s ribs tossed shattered
Pre-homo sapien hominids crossed from Africa to Crete in rafts
water dripping from stalactites ...
images in end zones
...... ubiquitous makeovers
females at entry ... secrecy ... once ... mirror ...
now disfigured out of gender
mothers with no milk
and in between ... are you ready to ride? or die?
Another might be “abnormal water” ... tame and wild
abnormal can be very still
six humanoids, one with bird feet
others horned and beaked, very still ...
...... Maybe, necklace, round one of “other”
...... and a random scarf for the alien
& burning of aromatic wood by the shore
& Minotaur waits his turn
Some want to arrive right now ...
some hesitant ... one walked to the shed, hides
resistant to sea-edge location ...
Get out of the tunnel, memory is leaning itself to
in the other: makeshift pods ... a tent perhaps
That kid ... apprentice ... took long way around, another thought world
he’s going to be oral, open the bottle ... quick getaway
circles, arcs, fortification of the zigzag when smoke rises ...
says: I’ll show you
Kind of a narcotic archaeology?...
...... Herbs speak ... you think?
or how to breathe
There’s a beautiful fumerie
there’s perfume like hers
[per- fumer = “through smoke, thoroughly smoked in scent”]
get a drift ...
charcoal scrutiny against intrusion ...
Working with willow rods that’s the method, bring great bundles of them, put on the ground, scatter them
pronounce them, saying:
“here’s another one”
“here’s one, there ... over there ... ”
Willow rods, very consoling you don’t have to be a Scythian ...
you don’t have to be Syrian to know this
pronounce what you want to say
& then the ones more like women use a different method
they take a piece of the inner bark of a lime tree
& cut it into 3 pieces
which they keep twisting & untwisting around their fingers
as they say ...
“there’s a turn”
“there’s a turning”
“how many turnings in a twisty one?”
makes the pronouncers happy
staying up all night, notice the moon & its macabre signal
& hemp vapor tents on the horizon
Walk upside down in the footprints of the living ...