Chad Sweeney

Little Wet Monster

                                                       for our unborn son

 

 

The cornfield winds its halo darkly

Come home my little wet monster

 

Time in the copper mine, time in the copper

Come darkling soon come woe my monster

 

Distance shines in the ice like a flower

Come early little bornling

 

Before the furlight’s gone from going

Come rowing soon, come wet my monster

 

Before the bloodtrees bramble over

Come low my rainweed monster

 

Come antler through the gates my thingling

Your grapes contain the houses

 

Unmask the stones my darkling grief

Come whole my homeward early

 

You alone devour the night

Gather in your teeth, my zero

 

You devour the night’s holy sound

Come home my little wet monster

 

 


“Little Wet Monster” is from Parable of Hide and Seek (Alice James Books, 2010)