Issue 37, Spring 1966
"I have gone on, to still another one, a young..."
I have gone on, to still another one, a young
french girl she is this time, my wife did not bear my child
and I knew it.
The great log groaning from death
war and smoking, a hull of a ship turning
a great hull of a log and a large dog has given birth
to a large litter, a white one like a fetus is dying.
the landscape stinks, parts of decay, turning over on ill kept
bedclothes. Hills, familiar, behind the school, are ignorance
umsure, making knowledge a place half known
and covered without knowledge, arrogance, greed
seeing the soul slip from the chest, skeletons in the stars, devouring