from 'The Black Stanzas'
Her breasts sunk-in orbit once
her grief a blossom/ her green/
her launch of fists loss.
Her heart/her diamond
One memory less than a dragged-out dream.
Her heavy threads/
her winter legs.
(xv) teeth of swans/swathes of tides
Lipped, the black water
with its teeth of swans. Salt-mouth
and its swathes of tides/black tides
lapping the land -
the skin of the land/
darkening the detail of its tattoo.
(xvi) grey wind/sweet shadow
Ghost-sounds/a grey wind’s journey
through the trees.
sweet shadow of a song/
its beautiful black language
(xvii) proud blood/black cloud
Proud blood of mother and child/
the heave-to of death.
A hole for a throat
full of ribbons and idle creatures/full
of black cloud and leaves.
A calf with its heart cut out/
everything stained with milk.
When not weeping
and orange with sunlife
full-out like a flame,
black buried throat and sorrow-seed,
gulps upward the bleeding light.
the earth beneath holds on
to all her buttercups and dust.