emet ezell

MYSTICAL LANGUAGE OF UNSAYING

                        lover me land  peculiar and easy

                        i crawl across rivers for this

                        pile of bones   this blossoming

                        lime tree  which decorates me

                        in honeyed petals  no milk  no mommy

                        no tit to suck  god is not not

                        merciful  god is not not

                        forever my secret

                        language tucked into negation

                        tree flings leaves into hush

                        bend boughs and wilt

                        don’t put on the dress of pain

                        we were shot into pits as prefix and i cannot

                        unshoot us  lime trees

                        bloom for seven days

                        we crumples into papery bract

                        the thrust of place hides

                        with those who were removed

                        where god is

                        forever god is

                        mercy tit milk mommy god

                        decorates me with honey and

                        piles of bones

                        how peculiar

                        this is not so easy

                        this is not  not return

                        unland land

                        me the lover

The poem’s title is borrowed from the book, Mystical Languages of Unsaying by Michael Sells.

emet ezell is a poet and typographer living in Berlin, Germany. Their prints have been exhibited across Germany and Latvia and their writing can be found in The American Poetry Review, Los Angeles Review of Books, Mizna, Poetry Northwest, Vortex, and elsewhere. Alongside the poet a.Monti, ezell co-hosts the radio show, All Saints Poetry Hour, which blends experimental poetry and devotional sound-art. The show airs seasonally with Berlin’s Refuge Worldwide.