(no subject)
To take the wrong road
is to arrive at snow
is to graze for several centuries on graveyeard weeds.
To take the wrong road
is to arrive at woman,
woman unafraid of light,
woman killing two roosters a second,
light unafraid of roostrers,
and roosters that can't sing on snow.
But if snow chooses the wrong heart,
the South Wind can come,
and since air pays no attention to moaning,
we'll have to graze once more on graveyard weeds.
I saw two sad, waxen spikes of wheat
that buried a volcanic landscape,
and two crazy children
who wept as they pushed a murderer's eyeballs
But two have never been a number.
It is anquish and its shadow,
it is the demonstration of somebody else's infinity,
and the dead man's walls,
and the punishment of the new, unending resurrection.
Dead men hate the number two,
but the number two lulls women to sleep
and since women fear light,
and light trembles before roosters,
and roosters only fly above the snow--
we'll have to graze on graveyard weeds forever.
is to arrive at snow
is to graze for several centuries on graveyeard weeds.
To take the wrong road
is to arrive at woman,
woman unafraid of light,
woman killing two roosters a second,
light unafraid of roostrers,
and roosters that can't sing on snow.
But if snow chooses the wrong heart,
the South Wind can come,
and since air pays no attention to moaning,
we'll have to graze once more on graveyard weeds.
I saw two sad, waxen spikes of wheat
that buried a volcanic landscape,
and two crazy children
who wept as they pushed a murderer's eyeballs
But two have never been a number.
It is anquish and its shadow,
it is the demonstration of somebody else's infinity,
and the dead man's walls,
and the punishment of the new, unending resurrection.
Dead men hate the number two,
but the number two lulls women to sleep
and since women fear light,
and light trembles before roosters,
and roosters only fly above the snow--
we'll have to graze on graveyard weeds forever.