MICHAEL HEALY
© Michael Healey 2009

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Fuga Mundi

We’re counting the universe into being
Redheads, one by one, set in place
Its bare geometry lies before us

We’ve never seen this before
But it belongs to everybody
You could hear a pin drop

Phosphorus Kabbalah
Child plays dominos
Omnis Dominus

Counting up
Towards
One

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Swings

I saw the Boy before they took him away
Dressed in cap and blazer on a Sunday arvo
They say this time he left without his satchel
Running along, deeper into the city of God

Past the gates, and that vast blackness beyond
Through the membrane, vibrating shibboleths
Shouts the danger-mouth, giving hero’s welcome.
Into the veins of the spirits of the most high

Seated up-rushing in his ray-gun gothic chariot
Knows there are many rooms in his father’s house
But two fleshy pillars in the midst of the temple
Two bony knees dangle into the air, the sky rolls.

Running skidoo, he’s too young for ascension time
Tender gum's and seconds teeth smile secret promises.
Biting into vociferous ether, the pomegranates bleed.
Into irresistible graces and the perseverance of sinners.

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MICHAEL HEALY
© Michael Healey 2009