descubrimiento del andaluz

I.
Wandering
along buzzard lines high over Earth.
It is freckled with shanties and the occasional
oil fire.
Death reeks from the four corners.
     A stir among the stars.
     A supernova?  
Or maybe it’s just God,
turning the shack set aside for his soul
into ash.

II.
Along the lip of the fallow bay,
starbound columns rise
from chimneys—slender fingers
     poking nimbus-bellies.
Here he can smell a sweetness—
     perfection.in.all.things
the style, smile, sneeze
even sleight-of-hand—
     [everything]
Sense him perfectly—
the malaise—
before he can.
Will beg him “leave me be”
only to count the seconds
till his return.
She will bring life to this world
and deliver it to him.
For years
he’s been splitting hairs to catch a scent
Now it lingers here,
along this curious bay.
He is convinced
and plants himself readily,
thankful that he doesn’t own a watch.

III.
all of you
you Uncompromising
you Faithless
it does linger here
and i will find it
     [somewhere]