June 27, 2006
Terroir is a study of heat that stifles and scorches the ground,
Which itself in each inimitable meter
Is a building of minerals and brown death
From which the vine roots draw its hopeless
Signature in the first new form of blood,
Pressing full on each round membrane.
And when the searing is enough,
And the unpalatable earth is spent bleeding
New embryos into gorged dark skins,
They are plucked,
Never born but squelched dry.
Unrelenting cannibals lie in wait.
Then with precision on the given day
Earth’s immaculate blood is taken,
And each molecule of duress from that unique
Round meter is rolled within the animal nostrils,
Is slipped around the tongue,
Is laid upon the throat,
And a magenta paradise illuminates the unworthy skull.