By Word of Mouth: The Poetry of Dennis Cooley

Exorcism

The Poetry of Dennis Cooley / 11 Exorcism i am poured out like water and my bones are unbuckled my throat is dried up bricks when you hold them the crouch of dogs they circle me they dig into my hands and feet i can count all my bones they finger my bones and at the sight they open their mouths at me nothing hidden from whose blue eyes and whose mouth comes fire forth give back lustre to mine eyes lest i sleep in death for all that lean against me thou hast smitten on the cheek thou hast the teeth of sinners smashed their breath need only bestir and then they are scattered as smoke is driven away so do they vanish as wax is melted so do they like snows of flax shatter in thy breath by fire in their tents of skin the hissing out in fall the fields of flax from the mouth of night spun over night into gold & the sky & the wind & the spirits spurt 12 / By Word of Mouth ...