In the Beginning in the End

 

If she premeditates hardness or tenderness (O fight in vacuous

     directions),

If she gives to me or denies,

I turn off the switchboard,

I see myself mildly in bed,

They check my pulse, I find myself far away,

I taste the ash woman,

Her only fruit, cut the veins and irrigate the womb,

Forest of a bell's clapper dragged out,

     In the beginning in the end

Sleepless in the same constellation,

Hunger in our comfort and only dream.

 

 

next

 

[ page 3 of 4 ]