Swinging Pointe

[milo]

Swinging Pointe

First there was the body, found
The drifter, Noah
Torn and bound
 
It is the dirty feet at the boundary of the world
It is the milky eye of the sun
When the clocks have run too long
 
Second came the proof of land
The ocean’s loom
That weaves that sand
 
We are half drowned
In the joy of fat and flour
In the sea of fat and flour
 
Last the kelp baked dry and dust
the ancient hands
were scraped and trussed.

[wasellajam]

Hi, milo. I remain confused. I'll post some notes on my read in case my confusion somehow helps you with this one.

Swinging Pointe

First there was the body, found
The drifter, Noah
Torn and bound
Found by the drifter? Found the drifter Noah? Noah found the drifter. I can get on board with Noah the drifter, maybe I have a chance here, violence against him.
 
It is the dirty feet at the boundary of the world  love the line, flat earth, getting pre-shoe or poverty.
It is the milky eye of the sun Don't understand milky.
When the clocks have run too long It's late? But the first line seemed early. I'm lost again but with a chance.
 
Second came the proof of land
The ocean’s loom
That weaves that sand Lovely lines, I don't get "that".
 
We are half drowned
In the joy of fat and flour
In the sea of fat and flour Again, lovely lines. I get fat and flour as civilization so half drowned  makes sense  and goes well with the whole flood thing.
 
Last the kelp baked dry and dust
the ancient hands
were scraped and trussed. I can see how this leads back to the opening but I don't understand it.

So, Swinging Pointe, Noah's flood as the pivotal point in human history? Bound and trussed? I'm definitely missing something vital. I was hoping by critiquing the poem it might click, but I feel like the puzzle pieces are in front of me but I can't put them together. Sorry I couldn't be of more help.

[milo]

Hi, milo. I remain confused. I'll post some notes on my read in case my confusion somehow helps you with this one.

Swinging Pointe

First there was the body, found
The drifter, Noah
Torn and bound
Found by the drifter? Found the drifter Noah? Noah found the drifter. I can get on board with Noah the drifter, maybe I have a chance here, violence against him.
 
It is the dirty feet at the boundary of the world  love the line, flat earth, getting pre-shoe or poverty.
It is the milky eye of the sun Don't understand milky.
When the clocks have run too long It's late? But the first line seemed early. I'm lost again but with a chance.
 
Second came the proof of land
The ocean’s loom
That weaves that sand Lovely lines, I don't get "that".
 
We are half drowned
In the joy of fat and flour
In the sea of fat and flour Again, lovely lines. I get fat and flour as civilization so half drowned  makes sense  and goes well with the whole flood thing.
 
Last the kelp baked dry and dust
the ancient hands
were scraped and trussed. I can see how this leads back to the opening but I don't understand it.

So, Swinging Pointe, Noah's flood as the pivotal point in human history? Bound and trussed? I'm definitely missing something vital. I was hoping by critiquing the poem it might click, but I feel like the puzzle pieces are in front of me but I can't put them together. Sorry I couldn't be of more help.

actually, it's fine, it probably just seems more confusing than it is.  In this case it is about a small town killing a vagrant named "Noah" for being dirty and poor.  The scene takes place after he has already been killed and abandoned.

Thanks for commenting