Whose is the that I will hold? Whose is the face I will Whose is the name that I call, when I am called to meet
In life, who did you love, the drifting ashes, beneath the banks of air that barrenly bore our
I could speak, it was too late. Didn't you me calling? you see my heart leap, like a pup in the constant
In this life, did you crouch, when the sky had set to Burning within, from without, and gut was a serpent, coiling.
And, for the sake of pit of snakes, for whom did you allay shyness, and all your mercy, and madness, and grace, in a day, beneath the bending
It was not on principal. Show, Pro-heart, you have got gall. A I can bear a lot, but not pall.
I can bear a lot, but not pall! Kingfisher, the alarm. Say, "Sweet darlin, now, come to my tell me all about the you on the farm."
He was a kind, man with a lip and a steady hand, but he loved me just a little child; a little child loves a little lamb.
to the ground, by something down by the bad air, while the tick; trying to all the signs, preparing for when the hit; hung the underbelly of the earth, while the stars away, below, and brakeless, gravel-loose, falling silent as gavels in the
I lay and spit my chaw, in the long arm of the Law, who has seen it I can a lot, but not that pall.
I can a lot, but not that pall! Kingfisher, cast your oh, Lord, it without even trying, when I sling a low my shuttering eye.
Blows upon the one you loved, and, though you were sparring, there's on the eye. the glove. Say, I am not sorry.
here and name the one you loved, beneath the ashes, and, in naming, above time, as it, flashing, passes.
We by the boatload, and were volcanoes, charting the skies. The of the earth us bound, and calcified, and as obstinate as obsidian, unmoving, our eyes: just and blinking from faces marked coal. (Ash cooling and loud as thunder rolling.) I swear I you. You know me. Where we met before? Tell me to authority do you your soul?
I had a dream you to me, You not do me harm anymore, and your knife, you my life from its lighthouse on the seashore.
And I saw my blood had no bounds, in a circle like an atom bomb, soaking and in its path, and welling in my heart a birdbath.
It is too the day we are born, we commence our dying. to serve, with the of a child; kingfisher, lie the lion.