wewin
07/13/03, 09:53 AM
Fickle
The hollowing digs at this guarded core
Worming leviathan downs fruit-fleshed deep
Breaching all gates and hungry for more
This is the fallen whose mouth cannot sleep
The exit wounds of a punctured moon
Where have all its children gone?
Splattered pulp, the vultures swoon
Over the lost moon cubs they fawn
Eyeless and patient for the next day of dark
These hydra’s heads are too many to fight:
Bleaching the beak of the trembling lark,
Ingesting the husked skin shucked that night.
I saw the apple, I saw the fall
I saw the worm, and gravity’s throw
I saw the birds, the seeds, and all
The losing trees that did not grow
The hollowing digs at this guarded core
Worming leviathan downs fruit-fleshed deep
Breaching all gates and hungry for more
This is the fallen whose mouth cannot sleep
The exit wounds of a punctured moon
Where have all its children gone?
Splattered pulp, the vultures swoon
Over the lost moon cubs they fawn
Eyeless and patient for the next day of dark
These hydra’s heads are too many to fight:
Bleaching the beak of the trembling lark,
Ingesting the husked skin shucked that night.
I saw the apple, I saw the fall
I saw the worm, and gravity’s throw
I saw the birds, the seeds, and all
The losing trees that did not grow