Finsong - Isobel Dixon


Finsong - Isobel Dixon

i.m. James Harvey

Alphabet of breath
and fish and fowl,
words the gills and wings
of the world we love and suffer in.

Kingdom of mackerel skies,
the cloud’s anatomy,
glottal branches of sense,
beautiful trachea, click-locking vertebrae.

We husband our resources,
tend. O tender emperor,
your cheer a mute command,
more subjects than you dream unwind

the bandages. The curling scrolls,
inscrutable cells. The dorsal fin
of fortune flicks, scales flex.
Mutable, curious, entire,

unfurl in the flux,
the deep, beyond-breath alphabet.

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