On understanding implosion, Letter to a friend

More or less I understand
your mouth so mighty and handsome:
In the arms of a shorn haired Samson.

In Timnah riddled in robes of the south
and that rotting lion's yawning mouth,
whose welling eyes and welling crotch,
will welling, putrid air be lost
to burst of hide and hive explode
to swarm of needles, teeth. And blood,
in blushed mist of rising souls,
steaming streams departing, rose
for an honor cold
as their hot deflated molds
fell in Ashkelon of Philistines
for your mouth full of bees;
Eater with a mouth full of honey.

Letter to a Friend, Implosion

More or less I understand
your mouth, so-mighty and handsome:
in the arms of the shorn hair of Samson;
In Timnah riddled in robes of the south,
and that rotting lion's yawning mouth
whose welling eyes and welling crotch,
will welling, putrid air be lost
to burst of hide and swarm like souls
deflated in their molds
spilt forth, and drank in wet and rank
death like these
in Ashkelon of Philistines;
full of honey, full of bees.

Refinement, Part 1

[with fire fire burning grand]

I do not pretend to comprehend
the gleaming graciousness at hand
that in refinement takes a brand
of ore, so brandished bland
and blackened in its vein,
plucks it from its soiled land,
reduces it to comprehend
nothing but its filthy stand
in fire fire burning grand,
mercy but a thought rescind
to Scorious slag it is (I am).

And when
unraveling strand from strand
elemental sin ascends, then
quivering drops this smallest win
prostrate to the base condemned,
Scorious slag then gold I am.

Ephesians

Outstretched, wounded,
span hung and pounded,
yet reaching, resounded
through commonwealth astounded
and the Gentiles allow-ed.