- Boding the he'd-have-said Church, and: Song of the Andoumboulou: 177
—"mu" one hundred fifty-seventh part—
BODING THE HE'D-HAVE-SAID CHURCH
Plain Anne, unprepossessing ma- donna. Sat yoga-legged in thesycamore tree. Wore cutoff jeans up which a glimpse could be got- ten. Plain queen, pale intensity, he'd have said, Euro-conflicted, Huff who'd have given an arm not to be thathe…Thus the he'd-have-said recen- sion continued, what was no noun but seeming so, true circumference. True north had it been out of it we com-menced, congregated, soon-come insur- gency's writ's damped hymnal, the body of the building of the church…Weworked from scratch, nails and knuckles in the dirt before we knew it, the body ofthe building of the church, unsuspecting acolytes, said to have said he'd have said, unaware of it, congregants ready or not. The certainty of death, he'd have said, gave it all a new lightness, the he Huffwould've given an arm not to be, the chap- el he'd read about pink and white inraw light, circumference he needed both to put around…Lifted it out of itself, [End Page 29] weput in, thumbs under the dirt. Autochtho- nous amen corner. Caroling suture, cho- rusing re-mit
The Bodhi tree's remanding of the body of the church, the buddingof the body of the He'd-Have-Said Church, not uncommon beauty the true beauty he'd have come to attest…The body of the building of the church an eventual exit. Flawed common body, common torso, head, limbs…Not uncommon body boding flaw, true churchical base…Erotic-elegiacstitch…The biding of her time he'd have called his millenary church. Plain Anne's wan mien, stout bone, splitwish. His a fool's bidding, she'd've said… The body of the building of thechurch it all redounded to, boding of the good or bad news…The body of the church what he'd have said'sbuilt-in demise, what he or she'd 've said's built-in de-mise [End Page 30]
The building of the body of the he'd-have-said church. Fraughtmouth, faint kiss, Queen Anne he'd have called her. Blood rushbelied her having none of it, turn- away cheek lit up with it, flush, a slap it could almost have been.Roundabout, winding their way in, she'd have said, the baiting ofthe body of the keep-away church, steal-away wound into it as well… By all accounts plain but Queen Anne he'd have called her, excited onlyhe saw her so. A later self wanting to redeem it, he would tell himself, re- live it what he'd really mean…Worshipful regard he'd come out and call it. He'd have drunk from a cup she spat in, so wanting to get a taste of her tongue. He'd have scratched at her heels, revered her feet, subterra-nean romance's way with him unmet, work- aday reluctance the creed he'd preach against, Queen Anne plain jane,Queen What's-Her-Name…Reticent at first, Queen Anne over time, thisthe millenary chapel or church…Over time red cheeks, fared nostrils, fired up, such the he'd-have-saidchurch [End Page 31]
Brushed by low-lying leaves on Lone Coast. Scratched at thesurrounding earth like cats, tree trunks leglike, tree meat white as milkthe covering of their skin eucalyptus bark…Some symbolic equation they connived and cohered in. Com-mon body binding wind and car- tilage, about which there'd be no end of their goingon [End Page 32]
SONG OF THE ANDOUMBOULOU: 177
—neoplatonic arpeggio—
Stood at the rail overlooking Lone Coast. Stood, he'd have said, onthe far side of things. Lay on the floor, he'd have said, looked up her tomboydress. Relived, he'd have said, the day honey went granular, a bay leaf in the coq au vin cut like a sword,everyday detail hummed…Inside...