They have their own rattle snakes in the shadows—
Just as every skeleton once had a tongue
Bespeaking of eyelids as curtains:
And feet with toes for a soft or horned road
...
Bar me from the other satellites sounding
That Armageddon—and we will watch the
Horses glowing green,
Feeding of the grass taught of moonlight;
...
Another soft sound meant to have
Been here,
But is this joy: the blue gills in the middle of
The day are not caught with any rum-
...
In the daylight with the school around us—
All of the exciting promises of the fair having left us:
And the fair she kept in my heart
Like a divine illusion is gone in following-
...
I have been to good airports
And seen in there many of her scars:
As she is flying away,
She is beautiful: so many words in poultices over
...
Unreal vision of a hard day’s heart:
Separated from my family, a rattle snake at birth—
Greatest delusion with only so many words
To settle the crepuscule over the mailboxes,
...
I put pieces of you on the threshold
Where the frogs wish to dance like
Princes—
And the dogs pirouette with fleas—and
...
But what beauty apart from the body:
That mythology dancing to the ground—Parades
Piggybacked on parades
Like roses in the graveyards—
...
Poison at the mouth and at the end of
A snake:
Other ways on and out of a canyon that our
Teachers made us pretend to be
...
Their zoo is your dry crypt
And we go here to touch ourselves:
Newlyweds in another world as the sun shines
And the tourists go home, embalmed with wet
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