Tuesday, July 9, 2013

(A recent section from a work in progress)


He will be safer as a ferly-man if men they have or are
he will be a leper-man in ordinary land
his voice the bell to warn away the fearful
because language is a holy terror believe me
hide yourself in the silence of story
there’s always something left to believe
dust for sparrows said the old aesthete
be bathed clean in what defiles us
Arbeit, heilende Welle in what defines us
how far inland we’ve been carried by the wave
left where no other wave can come
lost among friends in a house of one’s own.