So full of light sparkle, this dark mattered formulae

where you’ve locked away the dream-laden switch
is so swirled in possibility, we chant in our sleep now

new directions, over and over, changing the mantra
just enough, eyes cinched up, searching the Third Eye’s

hum and dance, winged boxes packed air-full, rocked
heavy with last words in whimper, cradled, but running

and running, glancing back at the screams streaming
from the collapsing star filled city, the dreaded vacuum

of mystery spaced out between eon markers, our words
overworked and twisted, liars of days, supernova sayers

and black holes and the wild swing of nebulae, thoughts
seldom rightly placed, created of ancient muted mouths

rooted like forever clamped tools, halted and startled,
censored by the gods, self-ceased censed, incened,

mangled with knowing grins, enemy of mothers, fathers,
right and left Brother Crows of hatred, Odin’s rivaled

messengers, echoing All-Father’s chamber of Blue Ripple
and deepest lake smells, burning flag ship full of scarlet

soaked steel and virgin hymns, lovers all, lovers none,
hated in the morning and cherished by the sun’s final bow.

What is the song you bring us? What immortal meal
is this we’ve caught on your breath? What do you hide?

[Larry D. Thacker’s poetry can be found in over a hundred publications including Spillway, The Still Journal, American Journal of Poetry, Poetry South, Mad River Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology, Mojave River Review, Town Creek Poetry, and Appalachian Heritage. His books include Mountain Mysteries, and the poetry books, Drifting in Awe, Voice Hunting, Memory Train, and the forthcoming full collections, Feasts of Evasion and Grave Robber Confessional. His MFA in poetry and fiction is earned from West Virginia Wesleyan College. Visit his website at:]