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The Sun Spear<\/strong><\/p>\n You are pierced, it’s true, It’s not enough to scorch the wound, Then we might at last caress the pain, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stephen Nelson<\/strong> is the author of Lunar Poems for New Religions<\/em> (KFS Press) and Thorn Corners<\/em> (erbacce-press). His latest book is a Xerolage of visual poetry called Arcturian Punctuation<\/em> – http:\/\/xexoxial.org\/is\/xerolage61\/by\/stephen_nelson.<\/a> He blogs visual poetry at www.afterlights-vispo.tumblr.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Sun Spear You are pierced, it’s true, and the sun has seared your child flesh; but since we share a flame, and since we spin like spirits in a ceilidh of flames, I am split and seared with you, kilted to our wounds by a fine, sharp pin, sawn from the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12246","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12246","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12246"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12246\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12841,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12246\/revisions\/12841"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12246"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12246"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12246"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand the sun has seared your child flesh;
\nbut since we share a flame,
\nand since we spin like spirits in a ceilidh of flames,
\nI am split and seared with you,
\nkilted to our wounds
\nby a fine, sharp pin, sawn from the bone.<\/p>\n
\nor smudge our flesh with sage;
\nwe need to bathe in sea water,
\nallow a salted, sizzling ecstasy to our veins,
\nas if a galaxy of butterflies could beat the waves with their wings,
\nand lift the drowning infant into the arms
\nof a broken mother.<\/p>\n
\nsew it to the infinite comfort
\nof a new born mythology,
\nwithout the kiss of guilt,
\nor bite of history
\nas kindling.<\/p>\n