It glows in fruits
mint sunbeams action
like bloodshine
from an ear
Cup in your withered hand
this oblong double-kiwifruit
alone in high noon sun-
pew in Gothic cathedral light of
greens creams reds blues black
glass transept rose’s
fleurs-de-lis and fleurs du mal:
unbroken sun makes an
edifice of duration
Squeeze the rock-
hard, unripe kiwifruit
1
Make it glow in blood-
red mosaic light of
Nasser who, with a pestle, without
expression, grinds coriander seeds
into lion-powder
2
Glow red Ruth Western
Saharan refugee red Ruth through
garnet glass; through it
pours white sun through red glass
a cut red-glass mosaic sun:
sun through sun; same sun, greater
heat, different corn, brighter
fruit, different
nightingale sings same
wormholes
3
Trumpet those
roses Netanyahu
Shine, showboat down
that Gaza Strip 6pm July light-
splintered whale-road into the garden
of watched sleep
Glow fruit, glow
health, glow jawbone of an ass snow-blind
light like subtractive health-
bright nuclear
jawbone of a clown
4
The hard kiwifruit will give you
health, but not yet; cut
off from the flow
of history; the sun’s
self-identical fruitblood floods
fruit with health, a health
that attracts and propagates, attracts
to propagate; seeds many
and spread as sands of
the sea shifting deep dunes a deep
health underlies, total health deeper
than change; along your neck
and left shoulder Ben-Gurin’s
watery handlight ultra-
marine
5
Kiwifruit harder than seas
of Ostfront bones pricking
up through snow, textured
crunchy snow and brittle
snowed bones’ dead light
freezing over you spilling
over the pew unbroken as if frozen;
history like a field of identical snowflakes
with no one there to see it