††††††††††† ††††††††††† Öthis enterprise
††††††††††† None shall partake with me.
††††††††††††††††††††††† ††††††††††† ††††††††††† Paradise Lost II.465-6
I read the last five books in one sitting
Next to the duty-free liquor in the London
Heathrow Airport, & didnít see one lump of mortal clay
I could mistake & entertain might be
The phantom of John Milton coming to wink a blind eye,
Led by a dog named Phoebe for short.
My intentions to have tattoos of ocean & a tree
On my left & to steal lines from Blake
& make fire scream out the window of Pandemonium
In dialogue with clouds & Heavín on my right
Are entirely grounded in ideas I had myself
At twelve years old & will maintain credit for,
The Author of my own body.
Especially in the first three books, I tear down my shelves
& mix the artifacts of my entire room
On to my bed while I make sense of Chaos,
& move my desk to the North wall just so I can get up
From my chair, pace in front of it, & look down
At what Iíve made with a critical eye.† My girl comes over
To water the houseplants while I ask the larger questions.
By early morning, the Son feels air in the arches of his feet.† He has
A fresh shave & orders to work with the children.†
My daughter & grandson walk away from the gate
Out of my back yard, eating fresh figs & flicking the stems
Into the grass to grow wild.