Descender by Carl Z. Nellis (6)

Seed of the birth torn,
waking, breaking
Free of the world worn
serpents and snaking

tunnlers, stealers, sleeping terrors
taking their moth bites from peace.
This redeemer vanishes beneath

Skin of the one womb
gifted, lifted
Out of the hard heart
drifters and sifted

asheaps, gatemound gathered acres
housing things men have refused.
Actias Luna eclosing the tomb

Wings on the high wind
aflutter, astutter
up to the grand oak
muttering goldbutter

wonder in breaking free, thunderous glorying,
sundering everything binding and burying,
dying and carrying, heartily marrying
god to the golddust,
the man to divine.