Things are unstrung here.
Phone wires stop at the river,
Word arrives on radio waves, jumpy
As black Swallows stitching the torn sky.
There is sighing on the line. Murmurs
prayers of a wobbly heart.
My wife has called to say
“Frances Bacon died.”
A horse cries in the stifling day.
pulse pounds against the ear
calling that agitated mare
to order but she screams again
insistent for her absent Mate.
My laughing pal is gone.
Just a moment ago among the silks
And challis and bobbed Italian Pines,
diamond spray winking against her throat
we danced while David read The Times.
Lapis Lazuli, Turquoise, precious Bluestone.
How can matter disappear?
Has Ferragamo’s installed a one-way door?
My God, Frances, some stupid, mechanical fault
Your pace-maker could not match your generosity
gave up its tinny ghost perhaps,
but not your heart!
It churned seas of blood, stormed,
Howled with laughter, smoothed ruffled edges
penetrated hairline faults. Only one
Hand could stifle such a muscle.
We know the culprit. The reward’s been coined
where your name’s invoked.
Everything moves in starlight.
Dappled leaves, flinty hills
The crying mare. The sighing in my phone
Rushed from London, now diminished
by its true Queen. The cortege
has passed you to the freighter
which leaves no wake,
attracts no birds and raucous calls.
Shore-stranded, I stand, see
Souls assembled on the decks turn
their backs because they (I assume)
they cannot bear the loss
of quick and greening beauty
but I am wrong. Hawsers fall in slow-motion,
passengers attend a slender woman
gesturing with her hands clutching
an elegant navy cape. She arranges
the chairs for a feast, instructing each
to appointed place with a pat, a laugh
or anecdote. They are contented by her protocols.
The living own the sweat-stained linen
And silk, damp stains of sorrow and messy joy.
We suffer the bright and constant Sun,
– all manner of diversion , and yet
today the dead have all the luck
they have Frances.
Causes Peter Coyote Supports
The Global Security Institute, Native Sovereignty Issues, Wild Earth( Natural Corridors Program),