Many times bigger than God
A critter in run-of-the-mill dress
No wider than a human head
Can have sex with the forest.
No better magic could do the trick with her,
No proverb wiser than a river.
Relieved of their origins,
Each plumage lost in raw meat
Monkeys would ape in the likeness of the stars.
With birds of prey together they cracked
The minutiae trembling of Abraham,
His words clipped to an ailing chest.
Large or small, they mimic
A hermeneutic reading: a river deposed,
Oceans chiselled to a boiling point,
Islands on war footing.
Let’s all welcome the non-bourgeois.
‘To read what was never written.’ Such reading is the most
ancient: reading before all languages, from the entrails, the
stars, or dances’ (W. Benjamin, “On the Mimetic Faculty”)