Excerpt
I Slept Through It
when I listen to the river my looking glass
I am like Saint Blaise commanding
the wolf to give up its prey
I am like the watchboy they asked
about the night my brother
but I was dreaming so I know
nothing of it all I saw were the stallions
waiting for their riders the dead
the dancers underground
beside the waters
I heard a dirge of hooves
I touched the warm flanks of the trees
so you see about things I know almost nothing
I cant even remember my dreams
they are like the long songs the prisoners make
to put me to sleep
if I could tell you about my death
I would but I slept through it
The Moon
I think it is a ship
putting out without me
A white horse
that throws all riders
And a swimmer who is naked
who believes she is asleep
It is a rooster
molting dark feathers in the water
Or a beekeeper who dreams
someone has found her out in the garden
A snake which sheds
its skin in the riverbed at night
And a schoolgirl weeping
under a black patch
I know it is only a stone
everybody keeps a blind date with