Malachi Black
INTO THE MOUTHS OF SAINTS
Lord, I am
stung: your name
crisp as a wasp
upon my tongue,
I blister, lame
less than I am
numb from
wanting: clenched
as the mantis is,
I knelt in dust,
stuttered open,
full of throat
and pulse, each
red cell swollen
like the locust’s
husk with longing:
but O, hollow
vowel, hum
of the bare folds
of the breathless
lung, your prayer
has emptied me
of breath begun
in calling: all
I know above
us is the echo
of my own
voice, baffling
the absence
of reply.
MALACHI BLACK is the author of Storm Toward Morning (Copper Canyon),a finalist for the Poetry Society of America’s Norma Farber First Book Award and a selection for their New American Poets Series. His poems appear widely in journals and anthologies, and have been recognized by a number of fellowships and awards. He is an assistant professor of English and Creative Writing at the University of San Diego.