Thalidomide

O half moon—-Half-brain, luminosity—-Negro, masked like a white,

Your

Amputations crawl and appall—-Spidery, unsafe.

What

What

Has

Me from that shadow—-The indelible buds.

Knuckles at shoulder-blades,

Faces

Shove into being,

The

Blood-caul of absences.

All night I carpenterA space for the thing I am given,

A

Of two wet eyes and a screech.

White

Of indifference!

The dark fruits revolve and fall.

The glass cracks across,

The

Flees and aborts like dropped mercury.