The ignored trapeze
How do we know the angel to be innocent
Standing upon a platform we wait For our hats to descend
As clouds Move forward into falling rain
The gun used to itch the nose must then be made to trace
The next line that will arrive Dimly as the lines of a river
We are not Seeing these events as they happen
We watch the film
We see the slats all reflected & vertical on the window
Ascending to shake the garden below
A second night hesitates above the valley & doors in the floor
Signal across the black as though a mouth Savage & articulated
Why now the tears & translucence of the body
Your cruel sister friend Feeds a guinea pig to the fire
| MC Hyland |
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