orrery

blue plate swirling, sky

green bowl teeming, earth

yellow cup rising and setting, sun

all traversing the heavens

courtesy of 

the hinged elbows 

of a hungry god

array...

There are angels in the underbrush
there are prophets in the trees
they dance with waving wanderlust
upon four windy seas



lucy meskill

pilots...

the bee told me

just where to stand

to see the universe 

unfold

the envelope told me 

just where to read 

to hear the mountain

groan

the leaf told me
just how to turn
to make gravity
let go

the pebble told me
just how to splash
to glide into the
flow



Lucy Meskill

advance...

for pigs languishing in crates
I push the world for you
for cows who roil in filth
I push the world for you
for ducks who are force-fed
I push the world for you
for sharks who are de-finned
I push the world for you
for dogs forced to fight in pits
I push the world for you
for elephants de-tusked
I push the world for you
for goats shoved out of towers
I push the world for you
for chickens ground to death
I push the world for you
for bulls who are made to fight
I push the world for you
for insects poisoned by avarice
I push the world for you
for every thing that suffers
at the hands of human greed
I push the world, in words,
for you...

lucy meskill

image: Coruscate, lucy meskill, 2012