I.
moon crashes through her phases
blacks revolving/ whirling on pages
one month bleeds into the next and
world brings meat as
spider silently kills / silently wraps
summer comes/ red threads heat the
stones/ birds weave soft mosses into
nest beds / fledglings fly to steal the
larder fruits
her weaving holed / she needs heart
things to patch and mend / the only
sound in this silent room is that of
frantic death cries / flies'
dying panic /her lardering is small /
it provides
II.
silence at the window
spider silences the fly
silent spider /silenced fly
the great tree ripples a nest,
it is full of the grappling of birds.
and when did it green when
did the leaf blossom out the
blossom drop off?
I did not notice it.
III.
I am heavy as weighted roof tile
tile weighted with black stones
stones rounded and polished
by sea are weighing me/down
I am heavy like weighted roof tile
roof tile weighted to bear a storm.
IV.
It has gotten so quiet
I do not know what to do
I am waiting /a dignity/
back curled to protect
from deranging from a
point
a point
here
I move to this point daily.
It isn’t roomy /it has rooms
V.
king is dead.
silence / now
yes / silence
now.
my next move
a chess move.
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