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.
