MELVILLIAN VISION-TIME AGAIN

o LORD i feel as if
yet another aspect
of my being has come
into being, miraculously,
like the whaler’s night;
silently like the soul
of Melville entering
the black harbour of
the redherringed shores;
graciously: like the
molten white liquid burning
the blue diagnosis of the
glandular hospital sucking
the green tits of Gangrene’s
Furthest Bay; o Lord: I
feel the i in my eyes dart
into the THOU of thy stun-
ning marvellous thundrous
mighty WORD; o LORD, everywhere
the gateways of the marlinpublic
spirited pubs fill with the
echoes of the dirges’ cliffs;
near and far the sapless
energy of THY DIVINE GRACE fills
my soul with the stampeding
bliss of vomit, of the starreach-
ing summer of the beginning’s cars