something read aloud
becomes bread
side by side
beneath
witnessed reels
glancing stars
gather stones
at dusk
fill their pockets
climbing
World Tree
risking
apogee
then downward turning
fling themselves low
toward dawn-stumbling
Sun alone
fire seeking
fire
the mourning
dove the crow
each seeking each
respond to
sunrise
different
as they are
unconcealed
what is revealed:
the mouse in the hole who loves the hole,
how the serpent's tail shimmers as one has
tossed it with a very long stick out the door
shouting - the door shouts too - 'be gone!
no more! ' one has learned to shake the
sheets, the pants, the socks, the topsy
turvy heel-worn shoes before the getting
into because scorpions and spiders dwell
therein and even a snake loves a warm bed,
my pillow for its head, found a skin shed
on a flower-patterned pillow case where
fleecy lambs forever pink silently bleat
as the cloth grows thin from head wear
dream wear because I was once a sleeping man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem