Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


I know it well, he said

no one will come

to meet me at the station where

loneliness says goodbye

I know it well

for the words I spoke

bounced hopelessly off their ears

innocence of the old days turned   

into today’s consumerism

and I grew too soft to lie

so I’ll carry my leaper’s body 

over roads and slow moving paths

hollow husk of corn

windblown onto the sidewalk

where tearless Hades lurks 

I know it well, he said

joyously for the end I long

in this narrow grieving street

though before I leave

to you, my friends, I promise

the same song to repeat

next time around


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