From the Archive: Michael Aird (CAROUSEL 19)
MICHAEL AIRD
For Seamus
stem entrance
meshed to the cold hollow
where your words vicared
a clock heat
awhile, saturated forward
like I
tinkered victim mechanics
the resemblance of kept records
bricks through glass pane
imprints soft tissue
so much knotted truth
hoisted as black flags
above the antechamber, antiravel
our impulse bundle exhaled
without bloodshed
silence hardens over unlooked for
the proof drive stood hinge to
our previous also
its graft welcome waits
to wave us in