Melt into his joy,
like a fruit in his mouth,
bear his fame
...
Watch out for every face
not pinned down by pity
to a cold glazed rock in sleep.
Watch it squirm in a slow rapture,
...
Sycamore and oak
toss skinned branches:
leaves trimmed to size,
nerves cropped tight:
...
If you pity him whose throat you have to cut,
you will not do it. Pity is the enemy of action.
He who acts must rip pity out of his soul,
and stamp on it fiercely with both feet,
...
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In this second decade of the third millennium
I,
...
A bomb said to a city:
'I'm falling.'
The city asked:
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See how nothing
keeps out of Pluto's gorge,
silently drifts
towards it, waits, sinks
...
I will grow myself quiet leaves
in the difficult silence of chastity.
I will hide in the immense namelessness
...