The Cathedral of Yf | The Art of David Wiley Scene4 Magazine September 2014

The Cathedral of Yf

The Art of David Wiley
and Poetry

Veracruz Codex


Two days before the beginning of Carnival

she and I, travelers on a voyage of rediscovery,

arrived in Veracruz naked from the neck up.

Having lived three centuries, maybe more,

in worlds known better to Creation,

having sat at the foot of glaciers and volcanoes

listening to the torrents of magma and black water,

we came as babies come,

weaned in the lap of Jehovah

during a tempest from which we never could return.


All day we stood in a rapture of memory

watching the instant tropic revolution,

quickly sprouting fins and gills

for another life in a semi-aquatic realm.

That night we shed our scales and sang,

we gave away our promised revelations,

all our combs and socks and pictures of the dead,

we cut loose our anchors and our prayers

and tossed them in the street, where they remained

unnoticed by the tired and sated cathedral.


Divested of all upbringing, habits and books,

the music alone churned in our hearts, and said

that we had entered the gates of another kingdom

ruled by the jaguar, the myth of man and woman

"becoming reality in the long run." The blood

became sap and coconut milk, a fountain

circled by a silver disc, our laugh,

the crazed and dreamy symbol of lost and found,

taken from the earth, whacked on the ass,

watered, hammered into shape, and transplanted.


One day after the Carnival at Veracruz

we discovered the sea of luminous creatures

where all true lovers and dreamers reside,

tending to the early morning light upon the palms,

gently cultivating the body's exotic clockwork,

listening for the bells of long-sunk holy places,

bowing to the all-effacing wind, the storm

that curls upon itself and makes a nest of drama,

seeking our applause our presence

our proper wonder,

asking if we have bathed

in the ocean of plenitude.


September 2014

Art and Text Selection:
Lissa Tyler Renaud

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