What can one say about the treasons of hope?
(We are destruction and the noise of destruction.)
(Men demand saviours, while women just cope.)
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Here in the graveyard
the rotting corpses lie.
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Love
is Soup Dream
Life
is Dream Soup;
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After three half-hearted, vain abortion efforts came
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The Northern Lights:
the old dog shakes himself.
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The forest's lovely, dark and deep,
But I, unlovely human, have pale and
shallow promises to keep
to well-kept humans.
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What do I care in the cold winds and languor of spring
That my face and my frame are not I?
They are just furniture, but my poems are what I feel,
I am a vacuum, they are a cry.
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Compassion is flame
and the ashes of the fire.
Compassion is crossed fingers behind your back
as your shoulders hunch like a crone's.
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(for Dr Robert M Sapolsky, vivisector)
The baboon
Desperately holding the pig's heart
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