Sep 10, 2007 20:12
Wood is bleached white
I can smell the bleach on my cuts-through the air
the tips of hawks wings break off in the trees
pointing North, South, East-ern horizon clouds
are transparent
a half hearted shield against
blue skies-they suck you in
against
black nights- they spit you back out.
(The dogs spit and snarl and
the mother is quilty of being a bitch
so the hound takes charge when the father dies)
White clouds brought
white foaming waves brought
white sails brought
philosophers, killers-broke out
(in diseases)
the hounds heading North, South, East.
The Sea gave up the Homeland
The Ground gave up the gold
and she gave up her heart.
and the crops turned to rot
and so did her heart
and the gold was all spent
and his skin was so transparent
that you could see the jaws
of emaciated hounds though his stomach
that took to her carcass
and all was forgotten.