from the din of the articulated world,
I wanted to be content
in an empty room--
a barn on the hillside like a bone,
a limbo of afternoons strung together like cardboard boxes,
to be free of your image--
of bees, pail of black water
the pitiful corn.
I can’t always see through it.
The mind is a pond layered in lilies.
mind is a pond layered in lilies.
I can’t always
see through it
staggering through the pitiful corn.
Crown of Bees, Pail of Black Water,
be of your image--
a limbo of afternoons strung together
like cardboard boxes,
a barn on the hillside
like a bone.
I wanted to be content in an empty room
far from the din of the articulated world.
A great pain strafed
The air was a tapestry weft with cries.
the pietas of soldiers.
They washed their
babies with sand.
They slept above enormous knives.
the sky erupted
with little blue parachutes.
from faces, veils
waltzed across the plaza,
was like someone
leaving a wedding ring
inside the body of
Because You Refuse to Speak
A hammer sounds
between two mountains.
White butterflies scribble
in tall grass.
A passing cloud.
Out on the pond, a
inside a swan glides past.
The Hymn of the Pearl to the Moon
Cast in your image
and into darkness
we are luminous nudes
by cave pools
Restoring the Fourteen Stations of the Cross
I looked down on a mountain,
on a cry rising up from the cracked
earth. I looked down on the swine and the cattle,
and they moaned a
little. And I looked
down on the tiny beings with their tiny tools, and
few looked back and shuddered. I looked on their blades slung low
their hips, their ropes and whips, their hem-stained gowns, their
of filthy crosses. And it was good. And looked down then on
shepherd lost. I moved over his path in the dust, and it vanished
my great fist. This too was good. He stumbled. He bled over
Everything was as it should be. I painted him pale and thin
parchment. I drained blood from his crown thick and dark like
In the end, his nimbus crumbled in my fingers. And when he
looked up into the firmament— I
withdrew from him, from all of them.