A few bands of rain inside eternity. Breezes;
forlorn inside eternity, the sunset at dusk
………….a blank gaze;
apple blossoms fall in a graveyard;
singing, desolate myriad city lights;
two ears of wheat, a cloud
put them into your sky-blue.
The dead know our lies. At dawn
forest birds know the wind.
Fruits know irrigation from the land’s blood
Cries know the dignity of a a wine glass.
Stones in my throat signify dead souls
Drink it! Wheels of beasts’ carts need grease–
crushing man, and the truth that teeth try to speak.
The world twists in the cracks of a blind skull
…where the dark arrives
Wind blows things away from his body.
Wooden bridge. A night of miners’ lamps, dew on leaves like sparrow tongues
an arm…….a face…….a forest
of dandelion pistils in the eyes.
Blows away the canyon in his body.
An empty house. Silent voices
left on the wall for years.
Wind blows away his organs…….the horizon of kinship.
Wind empties him little by little.
He becomes sand grains…..powder
…………..Wind lets him live forever–
Come autumn the wild sunflower head
will be chopped off.
Those who walk past her will suddenly
turn back. Dusk soon,
with sunset, her face transforms
into golden smoke,
along the vast summer.
Through whom? A horizon of buckwheat flowers?
Old past veiled in sorrow, for whom
have I died once more?
Untrue wild sunflower. Untrue
A lethal thorn of autumn wind pricks my chest.
I don’t love the coat, I love the body.
Or: I love the soul’s cotton shoulder.
Stillness within a beating heart.
I want both: light and flame.
My love is gentle and proud.
But here: words flee, along
the coat and body.