Egg, by Stephen Mead, from Hibernation

an excerpt from Hibernation and Other Poems by Bear Bards

Egg

by Stephen Mead

Hibernation, front cover

Hibernation, front cover

Nog of nogs, the creamy yolks

In a globule

With straws, the pinprick holes

In shells, the insides, an elixir

For mural mediums, the suspensions,

The great oracles of paint…

 

Such is the ritual of what you do

On my flesh.

 

Here we drink, breathe fire tinctures,

The ageless grog of the primitive,

Viking-furred, glistening holiday lit.

 

Now

 

How warm:

Two toasts we are proposed to each other,

Sipping time, all time love makes, like us

Open & nude.

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