december
The shadows grow long in Japan
And I walk in the dawn
Crushing the frost on the grass blades
And the lacy wreaths of leaves;
Their maps of bone
The hot stone in my chest
My white breath
My black, boiling blood
Are lies.
I am snow on the grass
Ice water on the stairs
I have swallowed my secret
It lies in the clear pool, smooth,
Dull. On the surface
The fixed stars shake,
Dropping their names out of the night.
And I walk in the dawn
Crushing the frost on the grass blades
And the lacy wreaths of leaves;
Their maps of bone
The hot stone in my chest
My white breath
My black, boiling blood
Are lies.
I am snow on the grass
Ice water on the stairs
I have swallowed my secret
It lies in the clear pool, smooth,
Dull. On the surface
The fixed stars shake,
Dropping their names out of the night.