Tuesday, October 19, 2010

not sure I know what this means yet

A classical fool: a rabbit, a grasshopper.
Easily fabled as deaf, as tool.
Pride saps strength, the moral goes;
it's the view down the nose, at any length.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

distance=privilege

On a beach begorged by seagulls
glows a fish with teats,
a seacow.
She is dead, her body
opens, pours a thick white mess
the froth laps.

She is there, I haven't killed her,
but I cannot fully witness. I'm ashamed
but still resistant. What's to say?
The truth? I love the dead. I do. It's said.
Save their intolerable red.