“the fox some bounding shape
it made me feel dirty all over
like when you accept all circumstances
and agree to the continuance of power”
“remember the bloody head of the dog
stuck on a stake in the Midlands someplace
seen from the car as a curse
young & unaware of all our abasement”
“it ran into the brambles I think
enjoying its delicious games
bubbling off into memory now
like the symbol for utter astonishment”
“like the strange close attention of children
their concerns locked in comfortable unconcern
don’t you know school starts tomorrow
to stop you leaping like foxes?”
these are stories to tell about the self
and you – also scars then an unfolded universe
ungracile & bloody peculiar filling
something dark outside themselves
I dream