1. Glossolalic and disincarnate, interfere in me, interleave me and leave me through my breathing: like some third person conjugation I’ve rewhispered in a language I keep trying to learn, a tongue made only of verbs, and all its verbs irregular. 5. Because doves have no gall bladder they have come to stand for mildness. They stand for You, warble, blue underwing-flash and quaver, con- and in-substantial Squab of the Holy Ghost. Some Ark’s scraping some mud-ridged, just-dried Ararat now inside me, some dove’s dropped an olive sprig on its bow, meant to stand once more for the passing of the gall. 7. Through “spiration” and not “generation” You are said to proceed, but the question of Who ex-pires You— Father or Son, or both—has led to a thousand years of anathema and schism. The Wikipedia on just that question goes twenty pages. Ungenerative, ungenerated, You’re like me: recessive and proceeding nonetheless, like the wick’s wax-wet and sizzle as it hardens into self-douse. 9. Fricative, constrictive, like a gush of burnt scrapwood smoke from a neighbor’s yard, its wintercleared thornbushes and rattlesticks in firepit, greencrackle and sap-hiss, late March Lent-smoke ash-smack in back of tongue and eyes, forehead-and-cheek stream of char. Numinous, pneumatic, Who bloweth where You listeth, Whom the world will never know, list to blow down me.
These are four of the nine sections in “Having Read the Holy Spirit’s Wikipedia” by Bruce Beasley, from Theophobia (BOA Editions, 2012). Reprinted by permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of the publisher.