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Brutal Swan Press
Books Poetry - Edward Bruce Bynum
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The Dreaming Skull
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© 1996 Brutal Swan Press
For My Mother and Father, Aging
Mother Sleeping
IV
I think of your loving and death
as you sleep. Your heart-wills
pump as one, syncretic.
This I knew before that
primal separation began to tear
my soul from you,
the origin of all questions;
religions breed in you.
The torn soul hemorrhages.
A syringe in the nerves
sends its bitter news
when I think of your passing.
V
What it must have cost you, the kicking,
the tearing of me at your innards
from my saltbag and waternest.
I swam in you as in an ancient lake:
placenta, lifegate through which the mystic
returns, then bloated up to clothesline, dishwater;
bought my soul with the pain you felt.
Now the bloodfault thickens in you where the veins
collect and run through your legs heading for death.
These days are riderless mother and yet
I sing your heart, your body's autumnhood
before this brain's winter and the bloodclot rules.
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Godzillananda: His Life and Visions
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© 1996 Brutal Swan Press
Godzilla's Birth
The great dark smashes out,
the claws come first, then the wings.
The whole sky smokes and belches,
the first cry imprisions all sound.
Half lizard, half bird, the breath is immolation,
the thighs the armour of hell.
It looks out over carcasses in a stagnant sea.
It smells sulphureous, eats refuse,
leaks a thin and radioactive gas into the swollen sun
and atmosphere. Islanders watch it coming.
It steps over beach trees, over huts,
inland waters. It makes for the highway
where the trucks strut, telephone lines
slice the air. All Tokyo braces for the attack.
Americans have hatched Hiroshima again
in the cinematic skull of anxious Japanese.
The beast gets out, swims to the U.N. where
he is met by Mothra and Rodan.
The heavens are at war with rockets,
volcanos, flying saucers that flaunt
unspeakable weapons sucking the brains
out through the eyes and warping the fingers into stone.
Godzilla smiles, pleased with himself.
Then he multiplies his body like a cancerous amoeba.
He's in London, in Madras, in Beijing
and the hills of Accra. He's in Delhi,
in Kansas, in the backyard of your neighbor.
He's in your basement, in your kitchen,
in your bedroom closet behind the shoes.
And when you dream he creeps
into your lungs, into your bloodstream,
into your genitals and brain. Then he
steps inside your intuition, catches you and clings.
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Chronicles of the Pig
and Other Delusions
by
Edward Bruce Bynum
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Chronicles of the Pig and Other Delusions
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© forthcoming Brutal Swan Press
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© 2000 Obelisk Foundation, Inc.
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