Coming of the August Grandchild

Not even the males and the men of the males
make use of their pinched tongues
to sing, not even the females
and the women of the females, corollas stemmed to spray on end
sing their ruddy stones

The males and the men of the males
feel the sea
the ranch and the wheat, rice ears

polyglottal weddings
unseasonable lips

one body to the next

Indigenes displaced by indigenes displaced
wherein the ranchlands, then the fields of wheat, burn to the crust

The choice between taking the flowers-of-the-trees-
to-blossom and the long-as-the-rocks
always lands on the flowers-of-the-trees-
to blossom —

bouquet thrown hurriedly into the sun