Charles Ducal Biography

Not to have to write it's enough
to touch her imaginary shape.
It burns into the screen as onto a drape
and laughs at me, always willing. I let it
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Wind and rain closed the windows
We sat kneeling by the hearth
in the religion we would inherit.
The woman who bore us
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As long as the ink is wet
the farm stays in speech.

A crow searches the dunghill
as a finger browsing a dictionary.
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Two men were dragging a cart through the woods,
through the mud of light-shy avenues,
in the service of a woman. Dividing and
conquering, she stood, both burden and desire
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The pig lives on the other side
of love, low
to the ground of our loneliness.
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