World on Fire.

Country with no Name.


“AN ISLAND IN THE HARBOR

My own country my countrymen the exchanges
Yes this is the place

The flag of the blank wall the birds of money

Prisoners in the watch towers
And the motto
The hopes of others our
Guardians

Even here
Spring passes looking for the cradles

The beating on the bars of the cages
Is caught and parceled out to the bells

It is twelve the prisoners’ own hour

The mouse bones in the plaster
Prepare for the resurrection”

--from The Moving Target (1963)

“A Similitude of the Garden”

Oblong light * & old sirens
Still follow * here in the stern
Erased node * neighing limbec
Rogue imam * & mystic train

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