In Our Late Empire, Love By Malachi Black

In Our Late Empire, Love By Malachi Black drops from upper air, like rain, clinging brightly to the fresh-cut hair of children and the infantry: all hail the clicking heel, all will regale the shrinking light with grains of wedding rice, of salt, of sands as fit a last brassy parade: the marching band will […]

The Gentle Surgery By Malachi Black

The Gentle Surgery By Malachi Black Once more the bright blade of a morning breeze glides almost too easily through me, and from the scuffle I’ve been sutured to some flap of me is freed: I am severed like a simile: an honest tenor trembling toward the vehicle I mean to be: a blackbird licking […]

From Quarantine By Malachi Black

From Quarantine By Malachi Black Somehow I am sturdier, more shorethan sea-spray as I thicken throughthe bedroom door. I gleam of sickness.You give me morning, Lord, as yougive earthquake to all architecture.I can forget.                           You put that sugarin the melon’s breath, and it is wetwith what you are. (I, too, ferment.)You rub the hum and simple […]