Ye forbid,
a commune with no purpose
and time to rot.
So much time, and the spreading thin
alone in the ether, creamy like halogen,
hither and thither with thine boisterous barrel of monkeys,
rolling in place, rumbling like thunder;
wood soaked in wine, pliable.
Usurpers of a bronze King-father
who held our valley, cradled the green pastures
like the crests of great mountains;
who fell to a crack, bending to clean a tile
in our semi-conscious washroom, cloudy with steam
where our pores dilated in horrible fecundity.
However moribund he became, we held fire.
And when he fell, the fire did rise;
we splashed blood along the wooden obelisks
and caught the raindrops to polish his bones.
"I give you no clues. I give you sunrise and sunset".
