Coral Hull: Poetry: In The Dog Box Of Summer: The Psychometry of Justin Radbond

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: IN THE DOG BOX OF SUMMER
THE PSYCHOMETRY OF JUSTIN RADBOND

were you born gifted?/ the young woman asked/ as she
handed me the ring/ slipped from her wedding finger/

whereupon appeared/ the urgent psychometry/ of
justin radbond/ hurtling his tattered form before
me/
      justin i called him/ to where are you running?/
& the woman was spellbound/
                                            & his eyes swung like
lanterns/ as light tossed into air by a presence/

& although his face was streaked with ocean/ his
pupils swung at my calling/ with the fire of madness
in them/
            justin/ again i called him/ to where are
you running?/
                   & momentarily he looked behind himself/
tripping in the marshy heath/
                                           then regaining his
footing/ he never stopped running/
                                                    as if the thing
that pursued him/ would eat the grey scattered rags/
from his back if it caught him/
                                             & the woman/ to whom
the ring belonged/ tried to say something/ be silent
i cried/ or we'll lose him/
                                     be calm like the
morning/ if you want justin to stop/ do not frighten
him with your nervous cough/
                                            & your nervous
laughter/ which cracks in the sky like dark thunder
above him/
                 he was born a running man/ this was his
first name/
                on the mudflats/ flat feet pounding into
silt/ jammed up between each toe like grey slug
growth/
           what does it mean justin radbond/ to be
running in this storm?/
                                 to have the weight of the
followed upon your back?/
                                     the razor sharp sense/ of
pursuers breath/ upon your neck?/
                                                  to have the
bleakness/ of storm lashed coast/ across your
cheeks/ dare you stop to listen/
                                               to the gentle wood
growing rings/ of years inside the trunk?/ or the
private ant colonies/ slowly circling beneath the
bark?/
         dare you stop to feel/ the peaceful forest
years/ surrounding you/ & look within/ to understand
your growing?/
                     i am seeing you justin/ i am finding
you naked & broken/
                              i cannot stop you/ your habit
of force is too powerful/
                                   the light of my vision/
lights up your hair to flame/ & the dark wind
streams through you running man/ as part of the
treetops/
             i watch you gaining speed & heat from the
planet/
          i turn to the woman/ he is bound for the
ocean/
          i feel through my vision/ into the
loungeroom/
                  my forehead streaming with sea salt &
sweat/ my clothes rumpled & sticking to my body/

i handed the ring back to the woman/ still intact/
i waited for her response/ she was coughing &
trembling/
               yes i know him/ she said

    

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