Something Happened South Of Now

when the Anglican minister died in Virginia
in the smaller place on the bay
in the nape of neck of summer
when the dog resting its heavy head on a book of cummings'
complete poems
sighed because worlds away
when the Anglican minister died
and left open the mint sharp feral eyed minister that was not the Anglican
minister
in the pine board church
in the Anglican minister's cupped hand

this is a cusp--

a solstice of sorts,
this funeral.
where all the gatherers
are tossing eggs
high upwards
and catching them in their teeth

standing perfectly on
one rounded end
mapped to rounded stars and rounded ghosts
and
shaken beside the egg all
the darker fractures of
cruxes. of southern constellations.

when the Anglican minister died
in the small of the bay's back
in the month of name nor name and name
when the choirs opened arms to havoc or complexion
and internally the marble
feels cooler then eggshell against a dead man's
face

in
pine
board

in
the
hot
church

when the Anglican minister died