for some time nobody had
used the old statesmen
they mouldered silently
preparing speeches to the
deaf   or planning comebacks

like the very
old people i
have seen at
night or early
morning shadowing
lanes looking
in rubbish fr
food   the
wind go round
taking what it
needs  like
blindness in
a bed of breasts

for some time nobody
had come t see us
for some their
time was in prison
thewir society had
swept them   dead
leaves   aside
and for some time
owls called in backyards
which met over lost
forests over the earth
and fed on poisoned
mice   went t see her
we made love in my
furs which she later
said were musty
foxes had died in them

while the world
spun on its
axle & stayed in
town t get rich
a piper came
played away their
children   these
lived beyond
mountains
like gazelle
they were new
they were different
they made
no war
the earth was good
we were getting closed
to it   naked in fields
in soil we cd taste it

after some days and
rain a purpose met
the air   a small
green shoot
watched her grow
into a flower
we had not seen
its type before
or smoked it
for its resin

we were in a
tower which might
have been flown
at will   were
there for a long
time   it never
moved but we wd
stay til . . . 

resolutions floated
uselessly high
like smoke rings and as
full of holes

'that:
(and that:

the streets followed
each other down to
bewildering docks
impasse among high
fences stop go
back one
way no
entry

when i went
back it had
gone theyd
left a site
which later
hummed with
vacant children
playing   the sea
moved to higher
ground

& she was
also absent
decorating a ward with
little red thoughts

like the dream
sequences of film
i saw them once
they were heavy   a few
of them ould fill a hall
they waved to me like gaolers

woke from it
that time also
but numbed   knowing
the origins of dream