Self-Portrait as Thermophile
I disciple the sulphur,
pray away eons shrouded
in steam, watch elk
graze the golden bowl,
earth part from earth.
How to translate
the body’s splash
away from the body?
I sew the same blue
at dusk as I do at dawn.
What falls into me dissolves
into pearls of flesh. A bear
pulped into scattershot
of iron and fur. Melted hooves
dribbling gloam. I mourn
chartreuse verses, Bible
with an arsenic spine,
petrified tree ringed white.
This heat is a kind
of forgetting, like blood
in a dark drawer
neat as folded napkins.