Fenton Spear
Lullaby
And all above is dark
and light and ruthless
love bending through
vast dumb tubes
of god’s deep veins,
abandoned under-
passes, lost passage-
ways in which
stones sing sparks
and mold magic
from decay
The mothership
mists up
vast and dark
but soft
as your mother’s skin—
It is a miracle to watch
what doesn’t make sense
The engines begin to conduct
To dove and thrust
and wend; singing love,
spewing sparks
from strings of violins
Toscanini picks up his baton
and levitates into space
Completely from memory,
conducts his first symphony
Blowing the minds of the audience—
a stone skips two hundred billion
light years until it doesn’t
Boom! Only a trillionth of a trillionth of a second old,
a glow worm opens its mouth
and spits out a honey comb
The blast is evangelical
As bright as a child chiming a triangle