Wild-Woman And The Heart Of Things
the swollen year
the single time endless falling down the night the
awareness of the death
of spreading leaves the
purged spiritinevil poured
water of horror
what I did today my mouth born
with such beauty I describe the source of
fishkill light
I Have Met The Spirit Before
near mountain-high flames
& have ye seen the god with the leather-ball
sitting in the jealous circle?
She was herself
dead on earth
she smiled &
threw off her
shield/
possessed by the
last existence the next
phase of the shimmering
heart of things
/As if all
the old structures
the decayed regions
not even a foul speck
on earth
captures the perpetual springing world! Selah,
we are
very tenacious/
the prey in the maw
of the hyena
inspired by the song/
of fury.
I received from my father
slow
drizzle great seriousness
I have made the fluid burn!