Ihre Kinder
IHRE KINDER
There’s no new apple, unisexed, no
new metal, only a disappearing
vocabulary and correspondence –
the earth having thrown
us running unbuttoned, back to cracked
caves and turlygod, to keep
and sleep in earthen
basements unarchitected, beyond a little fire
in a field, and the white-haired waves
pinioning terns—we throw our heads at them.
Posted 10/15/12