Down The Grete Stern's Well Poem by Tony Kitt

Women are flying trees
wandering hands of the world

Crosses dream of becoming ladders
The weight of the moon is
too much for you
let's bleach our
biographical blotches

We giraffe through the continent
and take a trainsnake
to the eyes' coast
we fall into somebody's nostrils
and find our way onto a billboard

A spy in the sky
the self-evidence of cages
Hello this is your inner tiger speaking
without a mouth
How far can you go
if you carry non-being with you?

Cages break
into smaller cages


[First published in SurVision Magazine, Ireland]