Soaking you up like a sponge
A background singer’s nightingale voice warbles
“Sha-la-la”
Drying you like driftwood
Filming in Kabul, farming in Haiti,
Finally divorced in Montreal, a little cabaret
Here and there
Getting along
Getting older, getting greyer
A freighter docking in the fog
The voice you were in love with
“Do-wah do-wah”
Swoops and dips beneath a bridge
The brightest carnation in the lead singer’s jacket
Transmitted with static
Her voice spotlights the background –
A medieval painting exhausting perspective
The freighter crashes into a support
The bridge buckles
That beautiful song by the girl-group on the oldies station
Dissolves into chaos
You spread her legs
She hears the bridge collapse
“Doo-lang doo-lang”
Her mouth a half-hidden oval
Cloaking you with hope
Before Giotto or double-tracked stacked vocals
Or stone Buddhas in Afghanistan
Somebody discovered that wee spot
Where the Big Bang originated
Unlocking all of the voices sea-to-sea
“La-la-la” and “Shooby-shooby-do”
The background singers we never knew
Growing in strength and volume
And you betray the one you wanted
With an ice-age princess
Wearing an obsidian necklace
Lifting her hands wet with menstrual blood
Bleating into the moon’s aureole
In the still of the night a starburst of wonder preserved
An eye within the word seeing sound
Everything since shadows that voice
Translucent lamentations in three-part harmony
Initiated into the temple of voodoo
We are the background singers
Filling ourselves with slanted ale
The melody of those we never knew
Swooping in white satin or pink chiffon
Backing the lead singer
Smooth as a gleaming marble column
Shade cast from pillars washes across the working lips
The unison of singular
“Aahs”
Dipping into a groove
Swooping and sliding
Needles lift
Singles rise
And fall
Free falling
A collapsed bridge and a cloud of dust
Quieter than your lovemaking/ the soft absence
Of your beloved
You see the moon through a crack of stone
from Hierarchy of Loss – Ekstasis Editions – 2007