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Poem	(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing me need pass no fretful hand over your peace this world's vicissitudes are stale fodder for you who feed the grass some particles of your two dusts by moon's wish accident or wind may have leapt that late-life wound refound in you the rhapsodists first-married days had twinned i've come today in heavy rain a storm barging through the trees to be a part of this fresh truce to dream myself to that serene death's eye-view no living sees a roaring motorway derides machine's exclusion from this place cozens what the gale implies while overhead a plane corrodes all feel of sanctuary and solace i cut the edges off the sound and let the storm absorb my skin my drift unravelling as a skein through paths no brain's designed i want the consciousness you're in too much a strain - my mind can't click to earthen voices (whispers signs) my eyes alert to this life's scenes my ears are ticked to autumn's clock my shoes crunch upon chestnut spines (ii) not a bird singing or flying i seize upon such absence (here the death-sense dares to split its hair) why with such a strong wind flowing inside the noises do calms appear today the weather is supreme it does away with frontiers - sweeps breath into piles as it swaps ashes for thoughts conjuring prime life-death from the bones it reaps abruptly flocks of leaves-made-birds quit shaken branches (glide in grace) first soar then hover - sucked to grass flatten about me as soft-soaked boards matting me to this parent place and then i'm easeful - a hand scoops dissent away (leaves me as tree) settles the self down to its true abasement where nothing escapes its wanting (earth flesh being free) i'm taken by your touching there's no skin between us now as tree i am death's avenue you are its fruits attaching distilled ripeness to the bough i possess the step i came for my senses burst into still speech your potent ashes give dispatch to life's tensions - i travel far rooted at this two-worlds' breach october 6th 1990 (seventh anniversary of my mother's cremation)
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