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And there was a booming above you
That night,
black airplanes flew over the sea
And they were lowing
and shifting like
Beached whales
Shelled snails
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless
and blind cavalry
You froze in your sand shoal
Prayed for your poor soul
Sky was a bread roll,
soaking in a milk- bowl
And when the bread broke,
fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke,
and my waking heart spoke
And there was a silence you took
to mean something
Run, sing
For alive you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy
black engines a- skulkin'
Has gone east
While you're left to ex
plain them to me
Released from their hairless
and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets,
stubbily running
To where I'm unfresh, undressed
and yawning
Well, what is this craziness?
This crazy talking?
You caught some small death
when you were sleepwalking
It was a dark dream,
darlin', it's over
The firebreather is
beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay,
forever
A toothless hound- dog
choking on a feather
But I took my
fishingpole, fearing
your fever
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows
bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside,
I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braid
ing, the bait bobbed
An d the string sobbed,
as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water
was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
In a frenzy coiling flush along the
muscles beneath
Press on me, we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
And you call upon the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink,
until you sink into your crib
Rowing
along, among the reeds,
among the rushes
I heard your song,
before my heart had time to hush it
Smell of a stone fruit being
cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy
cinder smoking
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?
Scrape your knee, it is only skin
Makes the sound of violins
And when I cut your hair,
and leave the birds all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman
among all women
And the shallow water
Stretches as far as I can see
Knee- deep, trudging along
The seagull weeps "so long"
Humming a threshing song
Until the night is over
Hold on, hold on
Hold your horses back
from the fickle dawn
I have got some business
out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat,
from the weight of them
An d knowing how the common-
folk condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
Being a woman, being a woman
But always up the mountainside
you're clambering
Groping blindly, hungry for anything
Picking through your pocket linings,
well, what is this?
Scrap of sassa fras, eh Sisyphus?
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain
Little sister,
he will be back again
I have washed a thousand
spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang soaked
and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming
cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
Nothing but a nuisance gone now,
dead and done
Be a woman, be a woman
Though
we felt the spray
of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide
rose too far
We weren't afraid,
'cause we know what you are
And you know that we know
what you are
Awful atoll
Oh, incalculable
indiscreetness and sorrow
Bawl, bellow
Sibyl sea- cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle
and roll
Teeth an im palpable bit of leather
While yarrow,
heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore
Are you mine?
My heart?
Mine anymore?
Stay
with me for awhile
That's an awfully real gun
I know life will lay you down
As the lightning has lately done
Failing this,
fail ing this
Follow me, my sweetest friend
To see what you anointed
in pointing your gun there
Lay it down, nice and slow There is
nowhere to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted,
is weaving in a drunk dream
At the sight of my baby, out back
Back on the patio watching
the bats bring night in
While, elsewhere,
estuaries of wax- white
Wend, endlessly,
towards sea shores unmapped
Last week our picture window
produced a half- word
Heavy and hollow,
hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her
gape like a rattlesnake
And paint an d labour over every in take
I said a sort of pray
er for
some sort of rare grace
Then thought I ought to take
her to a higher place
Said "dog nor vulture nor cat
shall toy with you
And though you die, bird,
you will have a fine view"
Then in my hot
hand
She slumped her sick weight
We tramped through the
poison oak
Heartbroke and inchoate
The dogs were snapping
And you cuffed their collars
While I climbed the tree- house
Then how I hollered
Well, she'd lain, as still as a stone,
in my palm, for a lifetime or two
Then, saw the treetops,
cocked her head and up and flew
While, back in the world
that moves, often
According to the hoarding of these clues
Dogs still run roughly around
Little tufts of finch- down
And the cities
we passed were
a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand made them
hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands
the crops are all coming
We have everything
Life is thundering blissful towards death
In a stampede of his fumbling
green gentleness
You stopped by, I was
all alive
In my doorway,
we shucked and jived
And when you wept, I was gone
See, I got gone when I got wise
But I can't with certainty
say we survived
Then down, and
down
And down, and down
And down, and deeper
Stoke without sound
The blameless flames
You endless sleeper
Through fire below, and fire
above,
and fire within
Sleeped through the things that couldn't
have been if you hadn't have been
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
And why would you say
I was the last one?
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord,
nothing to chew on
Suck all day on a cherry stone
Dig a little hole,
not three inches round
Spit your pit in a hole in
the ground
Weep upon the spot for the
starving of me
'Till up grow a fine young
cherry tree
Well when the bough break
s, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest
on your knee
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman,
who's gone to the west
But I'm starving and freezing
in my measly old bed
Then I'll crawl across the salt flats
to stroke your sweet head
Come across the desert
with no shoes on
I love you truly,
or I love no one
Fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
That I was the last one
Last one
Clear the room There's a fire, a
fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going
to be right be hind you
And if the love of a woman or two,
dear
Couldn't move you to such heights,
then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you
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