fit slight heel
gathered at the tomb of gold on the lotus
sign
fattening
buried beneath
your land.
gray birds obsess my heart, the mouth
ash, ash of eye.
They are placed. High on the precipice
that emptied a man into space
ovens glowed like heavens, incandescent .*
without sleep and listen to the chanting voice
interrupted by your mechanic offered
obscene gesture from naive
show of your hand.
is a heart,
this holocaust I walk, oh baby
gold that the world will kill and eat .*
solitary rock me in the deck on the ill-disposed
light cracked the window in which you lean
. Seeking
Medusa
on your grave.
MCT
* S. Plath, The Song of Mary in Ariel.
gathered at the tomb of gold on the lotus
sign
fattening
buried beneath
your land.
gray birds obsess my heart, the mouth
ash, ash of eye.
They are placed. High on the precipice
that emptied a man into space
ovens glowed like heavens, incandescent .*
without sleep and listen to the chanting voice
interrupted by your mechanic offered
obscene gesture from naive
show of your hand.
is a heart,
this holocaust I walk, oh baby
gold that the world will kill and eat .*
solitary rock me in the deck on the ill-disposed
light cracked the window in which you lean
. Seeking
Medusa
on your grave.
MCT
* S. Plath, The Song of Mary in Ariel.
Image, Mutter und Tochter (1913) , Egon Schiele.
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