William James

working class poetry // punk rock performance

FLAMMIDEMIA (HARVEST OF FIRE)

An ekphrasis in five parts, based on pictures taken at the Trinity nuclear test, Jornada del Muerto desert, New Mexico, 
July 16th 1945.

 

  fig. 001 - Trinity @ 0.006s                     Dark sun rises from dry soil. A new birth                 for a clean start. Stretched wide as heaven.                    We have harnessed the power of Sol,                 now we emerge as gods from beneath                  this acetate earth. 

fig. 001 - Trinity @ 0.006s

                Dark sun rises from dry soil. A new birth
                for a clean start. Stretched wide as heaven.

                We have harnessed the power of Sol,
                now we emerge as gods from beneath
                this acetate earth. 

  fig. 002 - Trinity @ 0.025s                     Wash me in light. Scour this body                 clean, remove the dust, the rot, the ashes                 for tongues, the lungwater spilling up,                 the blackened tooth dead at the root.                              Bathe me in fire, and I shall be made whole. 

fig. 002 - Trinity @ 0.025s

                Wash me in light. Scour this body
                clean, remove the dust, the rot, the ashes
                for tongues, the lungwater spilling up,
                the blackened tooth dead at the root.
            
                Bathe me in fire, and I shall be made whole. 

  fig. 003 - Trinity @ 2.0s      and behold, I saw a great winged beast birthed from the bleached sky, shadowed by scorch, and its wings were as pouring glory, the way it strained, burdened with the weight of God

fig. 003 - Trinity @ 2.0s

and behold, I saw a great winged beast
birthed from the bleached sky, shadowed by scorch,
and its wings were as pouring glory,
the way it strained, burdened with the weight of God

  fig. 004 - Trinity @ 4.0s                     O, wretched beauty. Life and pain and life                 enveloped in endless loop. Locked groove with                 forked tongue. The earth cracks herself open,                 splits and fissures. Lost in quiet blinding light. 

fig. 004 - Trinity @ 4.0s

                O, wretched beauty. Life and pain and life
                enveloped in endless loop. Locked groove with
                forked tongue. The earth cracks herself open,
                splits and fissures. Lost in quiet blinding light. 

  fig. 005 - Trinity @ 9.0s      God of shrapnel, hear our prayer. God of the glass-sand, God inferno, deus ex ignis,      hallowed be thy flame. Open your ears. Hear our prayer. Your children grow restless.      We are weary, with nervous bones & ignited hearts. Shivering in light, ready for your touch, we are hungry.      Starving. Eager for the harvest. Hear our prayer. Consume us. 

fig. 005 - Trinity @ 9.0s

God of shrapnel, hear our prayer.
God of the glass-sand,
God inferno, deus ex ignis,

hallowed be thy flame.
Open your ears. Hear our prayer.
Your children grow restless.

We are weary, with nervous bones
& ignited hearts. Shivering in light,
ready for your touch, we are hungry.

Starving. Eager for the harvest.
Hear our prayer. Consume us. 

[originally published as a micro-chap by Alien Mouth Books]

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