- Another field, and: Decaying to more
Another field
By the time you think weaponry,the blood-script of tall grass,which must have been quickrazor-cuts criss-crossingyour arms, red lines of A'sand X's and Y's, and for all thatso little pain, by the time you seeletters they're already erasing,smeared, but it's very clear howin this same world, another field,a body blown to the groundhas already read every word. [End Page 29]
Decaying to more
Such are the symmetries,you want to flailand stir air like milk
contributingto the meshthe deer breath
wavering as wellwith distant arrivalsof light
we are so closeeven in half livestouching
decaying to moreand more intimatespaces [End Page 30]