Siri

Siri

How Wyeth, after Christina's

burial, saw a girl and caught

glimpses of real of true

magnetic north under her

skin and he made

the sun come up

through her

flesh and maybe from

time to time the flight and gargle

of the gulls might

(if he were a different man

maybe he'd be 

frightened) and too

the high screech tips

the tuning

fork to remind him

of the January hammer

and pry as the men

open the small plot of the old woman's 

now permanent world

to put her back into it

dust to dust and from what some

might come to their own

understanding as ugly (but I wonder

if this doesn't reveal more about 

the seer than the sitter

and who I mean to say

is the one without

the brush who stands

in some hallway at the museum

of modern

art on their way

to take a piss

and see her there resigned

to some hallway

and from the fraught

tension seek to make of her,

to make her

a place in the hay or beneath

the tree

and revealing sky something breathing

and alive that stinks 

of absolutely nothing but lives

lived in every open pore

poised to raise the dead

from beneath the skin

maybe the same way God

looked at Adam and made of him one less

bone and closed him and while

he slept and didn't wake him

until Eve was clean

from being brought out

of the furnace of blood - (that's another

question for another

poem, how long was Adam left

to sleep while God and Eve

had need of one another? Because

Adam's the first man

to see her but not the first

being, even her breath isn't

his but instead it's god's 

and all the beast and beings believing

in master

-pieces conceived from beneath

need --remember it was Adam's

loneliness that made him believe

his creator coudl give him

that help-mate that companion

newly needed -lonely? Jealous?

seeing the two

//yes two creatures 

look  -  -look --look how far I've come

from just wondering

about Wyeth and when he needed

his grief

assuaged and seeing Siri

the stone was thrown

toward the water, was 

thrown