BERRIES SERVED OVER OIL
Leaning each to each in dependence
Thirsting and hungering friends partake
Of dust and starlight in squints transcendence
Crawling stamping sniffing finding no lake.
Sparking light from soul to soul pushes the feet
Of those bearing the good news from baby’s eyes
Over all the rocks of night and scrapes to treat
Stringing as one pulled by the light of blooded skies.
First one tumbles, then one grumbles, then two stumble
Next three crumble neath twisted branch in sighing
Next all mumble “Babe showed us, Kings pushed us”: no fumble
Agreeing all rise as friends over one more hill crying.
Agreeing friends trip down in slide to beckoning bush
Bearing juicing berry shapes so promising of succour
Crowding the low scraggling fruited in crush
Stamping the lowly roots to feed all plucker.
What now the bow over slickery water so desired
What now the skirling pool so dressed in oil.
What now the oil coating cracked throats so mired.
What now the tied friends choke, “for Babe to toil.”