B H Fairchild

(1942 - / Houston, Texas.)

Early Occult Memory Systems Of The Lower Midwest


In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat
of his father's Ford and the mysterium
of time, holds time in memory with words,
night, this night, on the way to a stalled rig south
of Kiowa Creek where the plains wind stacks
the skeletons of weeds on barbed-wire fences
and rattles the battered DeKalb sign to make
the child think of time in its passing, of death.

Cattle stare at flat-bed haulers gunning clumps
of black smoke and lugging damaged drill pipe
up the gullied, mud-hollowed road. Road, this
road. Roustabouts shouting from the crow's nest
float like Ascension angels on a ring of lights.
Chokecherries gouge the purpled sky, cloud-
swags running the moon under, and starlight
rains across the Ford's blue hood. Blue, this blue.

Later, where black flies haunt the mud tank,
the boy walks along the pipe rack dragging
a stick across the hollow ends to make a kind
of music, and the creek throbs with frog songs,
locusts, the rasp of tree limbs blown and scattered.
The great horse people, his father, these sounds,
these shapes saved from time's dark creek as the car
moves across the moving earth: world, this world.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, March 06, 2012

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  • Rookie - 295 Points Patti Masterman (3/28/2013 11:40:00 AM)

    Your lines are so full with life. I love your title- it's so perfect. I always loved that word- occult!
    Hidden blood of the past, that flows in secret, in little beating memories ;) (Report) Reply

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