Robbie Coburn & Michele Seminara: Collaboration #8

Circle One  (Robbie Coburn)

those desolate pastures

the wind secures the dancing wattles 

unshaped and rusting, 

bark fraying from their trunks, 

a lack of coloration is no irregularity,

stuck in the line of fire

as it electrifies the buried voices 

of ancestors who create captives,

binding the collar from the body to the neck,

beneath the continual storm, all being fixed to chains

out at Woodstock the smoke descends,

the doused air dives into itself

becomes a spire of ash rising—

the light peers through cloud

where human flesh seeds the inferno.

The Harrowing  (Michele Seminara)

the body an inferno;

buried ancestors' voices 

rising through the spire 

of the neck—electrifying flesh 

into fire. 

captive in those human pastures

being dives into itself—

descends through binding seed 

becomes the light.