The First and Final Vision

(after Frida Kahlo’s Moses)

The world is too round
today. We can feel it

spin. We need the hand, the rain.
We need a hammer

to set the stars in motion.
Eternal child, floating

in the secret waters of the earth,
forever born, forever dead,

your naked hands embrace
the darkness

in their everlasting tomb
of birth.

Breath, dust, flames of vision
held up to the night

gather like the surge of molecules
that sparks the blazing of the sun.

Light our way now, we
who are lost

in cloud, in desert, in the clang
of swords and armor,

you, who know the fire first hand
and live.

R.S. Mengert

R.S. Mengert completed his MFA in poetry at Syracuse University. He has won the Joyce Carol Oates award for poetry, and was a 2011 Summer Fellow at The Collegeville Institute. His poems have appeared, or are forthcoming in Gargoyle, Maintenant, Zymbol, Poetry is Dead, ABZ, Fjords, San Pedro River Review, Four Chambers, Enizagam, and The Café Review. He teaches creative writing at Scottsdale Community College.

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