219.
You are the debt that has to be repaid
your habit patterns are your only
cage
stay far away from wanting more
more humility among the trees
the cicadas have done their work and
gone
leaving each Egyptian carapace behind
our windowscreen and blacktop and the
lawn
worn out from sheer song fallen
Babylonian with black and gold
I am your mother too don’t you
remember
London Bridge and looked upstream
into the far west we come from now.
220.
Call it weather it will watch you bird-eyed
with wary
you came to rape our fields and steal
our sheep
nothing we can do to stop you but it
can
it knows the way you Troyans trust in
signs
the white pig nestled in leaf shadow
the cloud walking girl-like up the
oak-weary hill
we will give you more signs than you
can read
you’ll never trust your bed again
with all the dreams
this is our land and we are
semaphores
we can’t do anything at all but fill
your senses
every sense complete and all the
information false
the way only the truth can really
lead you wrong.
