Wrist of the Snake Killer
( for what its worth. )
-- Instruction: How to know there's nothing left ~ you've over-stayed your visit
I recall the sun of old thoughts seeped under:
~ How to 'Improve the world' ~ leave something useful behind ~ something better.
--Instruction: The first evil act is eating
I see the shocked wine bottles
steak sauce and
jutting ribs of celery bunches
the next shelf
down
but if i eat the stings
of honey bees
claws
of the great bear
follow
these wild-flower trails up
into conspiracies of wood
and whispers
where all else
watching following is santified
by my return
but men weep weed broken
sorrow condemned
See the little beetle there
safe
crouched in a crusted earth church
sleeping in a god circle
only men careen cloudward
wandering into the gray ends of the world
Now the old oil lamp bends
the kitchen dark
the lines dark
forms looming
from the side
I see myself
ablaze in the still hours
before dawn
it doesn't show on my face though
sad like salt or
shadow spent
like ash gone cold
07/06/01
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