A Selection from “Outer Pradesh” by Nathaniel Mackey

From Outer Pradesh by Nathaniel Mackey

As with the old-time people, the
  word their one rescue, words
would be our rescue we’d been
     told. Believing so braced us,
 of the book’s advantage, book of
    the word’s leverage, lift…
beit words were our one rescue
 they were those Night Choir
sang. No way could we be free
     of apprehension… But in the
        known as fretless his and her
  heads flew, Nunca and Anuncio
     thumbing the book of not, not
that what would be would have to
  with them, not that they were there
they were