Breaking Up

The only meaning, he says, is that there is no meaning.

A horse muzzle and a horseshoe hanging off the nail

on the wall. Big flies pinned on the table. The barber enters

to shave the dead man, who turns toward the wall. The barber

looks at himself in the bookcase glass. He shaves himself.

The ugly woman brings a white napkin. She hugs the barber.

The shaving lather drips on the carpet. The flies with the pins

fly away. Outside, the train passes full of suitcases with

stamps from various checkpoints.

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Dog Hunt
Horse drawn start from the ancient family dwelling
to the gate of fire and water
chosen arrival at the hanged col
in the deserted endlessness of the sky
as if the spoke-wheeled sleigh
of a faraway certainty
trees band and signal and respect
or bend to the violent passing of the fruitful wind.
Were they the Fates?
Were they the Myrrh-bearing Women?

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VI
The eye of the sun opens its
fanning fingers again as
the fire from the bowels of
the angry abyss is commanded
to constantly grace the Kore’s
figure and the handsome ephebe
with its flaming agility while its
tongue ploughs scars on the earthly
face as soil lovingly sighs and
the virgin’s lips glimmer.
Fire hugs the melancholy log
and the thermal voice of heat
warms the coldest room
all four walls and arches
all four corners stop shivering.
Conscience in peace, like a queen
reigns over the mystified
anchorites and the lonely
days of the initiates; sunlit creeks,
dancing nights, frothy waves
noon hour with no shadows
suffuse in a unified euphony
to compliment the dream of the troglodyte.

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