Newcomer

Time for worship — // softly sing the bells of exile, / the angelus, / softly sings my guardian angel. // Mask over my face — // my own mask, not ancestral — I sigixg / remembrance of calvary, / and of age of innocence, which is of... // Time for worship: // Anna of the panel oblongs, / protect me / from them fucking angels; / protect me / my sandhouse and bones.

For Georgette // In the chill breath of the day’s waking, / comes the newcomer, // when the draper of May / has sold out fine green garments, // and the hillsides have made up their faces, / and the gardens, on their faces a painted smile: // such synthetic welcome at the cock’s third siren; / when from behind the bulrushes // waking, in the teeth of the chill May morn, / comes the newcomer.

I am standing above the noontide, / Above the bridgehead; // Listening to the laughter of waters / that do not know why: // Listening to incense — // I am standing above the noontide / with my head above it; // Under my feet float the waters / Tide blows them under ...