Coast: Prelude and Fugue No. 9 of 24 - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

Coast: Prelude and Fugue No. 9 of 24

for bell hooks

The legs of swans walk through water.
Whose pressure exists solely, swans say, 
for the gauge and understanding of their black feet.

One and fifty swans, or one, the same
as they coast and as they cruise.
As fly the same they also do,
white splashes in the sky — splashes 
in the grey old sky.

For the swans of all the world — each one owns The Queen.
Tell them otherwise and risk a peck you won’t forget.

For,
memorable and white,
great beauty can destroy and kill.

Destroy.

Do you know what that is?

It is to disguise a crime in the flutter of a take-off.

Forget, like swans, the trap of owning a queen,
black-webbed gauges submerged and almost drowned from sight.

Black? 

Black-webbed?

Black beauty?

Beauty?

Never mind.

Poverty fuels the yacht.


	- Bruce Moody
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