What regret can you have? I have given you life -Take the sharp end from a thorn and the edge from the knife,The ache from the leg and the back, and never old age,And from the enjoyment of sin…

The flesh of Earth was sick todayAnd did not rise from sleep,Summer forests drained to gray,The oceans black and deep
Sleepers did not wake from dreamsNor flowerings unfold,Desiccated lay the streams,Blood and flesh were cold
Who will raise my corpse…

Wash your hands in morning snowBefore the scars of earth have scoredThe skin of it with iron plows,Trampled, fouled and ignored
Weightless when it falls and stark,Soundless in enormity,Numberless, a jeweler's work,Intricate severity
Melted in the human handA phase transition…

She was looking for something to save her from death Or at least to put obstacles under his feet, Keep him from rising to conquer her breath, Smother her heartbeat, the merciless thief
Perhaps if she filled up the room…

Within the old fort, in the woods overgrown Near the mound where they buried the magazine To store their cruel iron a thicket grows — A young doe naps in the afternoon
Behind the green leaves her rough bed hides…

Darkling beetle, black and shining jewel, What jeweler could have formed you, with what tool? What burr or jig or pliers set your shape, On what suspended rod your armor draped, On which round mold your head and thorax bent,…

The one who falls, is falling reaches for me, The weakened hand grips tightly as it can, That which pulls her backwards grips her firmly, Down into the blackness of the wound
Desiccated blood, not salt, it does not weep…

I thought about the city precinct houseWhere fierce corrupt detectives in white shirts And ties enforced the scared obedience Of those who lived around them in apartments
Prisoners were beaten on the streetBefore they even entered to be booked, And…

The midnight rain deforms all footprintsEven in the garden of Gethsemane — How can we follow what no one can see? The weight of Him bends not even the violets
What trail or trace in the souls of us, Where…