The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Hapispiration (Apis' breath)

Chiseled the legs that bear the Ka's reign
Slackening horns turn and clouds form in obeyance
over the cosmic cauldron's churn and trouble
Circumscriptural they stand as
we cluster around, drawing warmth from
their underpinnings as we turn in our day sleep
and cough up phlegmatic wards to blind death
to comfort our night hardness that ever seeks
Kauket's quim, sloppy and wet with tohuvavohu.

Why is creation so messy, so voracious to swallow
up Eros' triumph and topple twoface statues,
lusting to unleash new colors and evolve new organs
to behold the smoke as it burns in ever explosions,
bang collapsing into the big, perfecting the
intentional detail of abundance as mourners cry
having committed the only unforgivable sin
of trying to afix the infinite?

Swim my sons, as I swam to your mother,
and sing of me with warrior's vibrato from
the four-legged dais at your coronation
then still your heart upon the feather-weighted balance
and neglect not to hear Hapis exhale.
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