John Carder Bush

“When I and stallion blend the grass gets cropped.”

“When Woman comes at me do I let her take the bridle, or turn away the head?”

“When Man comes at me do I rein in the stallion, or let him meet the hooves?”

“When God comes at me do I bow the stallion's legs or meet him with flared nostrils?”

“On the ice flow they grip, cut, twist, break open seeds throwing out the white salt, revive volcanic dreams: unable to satisfy their diminuated lust the allegoric flesh learns the thrill of return.”

“Embla lies with each thing, Ask looks and knows. Understanding without explanation they depart and separate.”