Oy

OY!

the hollow men,
and the women they think
about, and the men they dream
about, and the hollowness that
entails.

OY!

the wondering
of the wounded, and the auctioning
of the offered, and the gendering
of the neutered, and the continuity
that entails.

OY!

the sallow fish, and the waters
they try for, and the barking tides
they cry for, and the hooks
of schoolmates sighed for,
and the bubbling black
oils
on their tails.

Wished

Placing compass,
pebble,
capsize in the curved lurch–

somersault ever-forward,
fingering

dampening sand’s crumble,
the line.

Unseen Night

They came, red dark bursts
of flame,
thirty-six letters spun, living deeds,
unloving pupils, bumbling tongues.

Their foundation—a high mountainous
host of world-lent reputation,
built talk upon
silent song,
blood-caked, lashing purple,
magnifying
the gaping electorate.

And delights
in fevers,
assembling unlawful–
shawl hurt, garment rung,
tapestries kicked,
sandal slung.

Frenzied—
slither—
broth pinked—
outside a main,

A graying lung.