the bigness of cannon

the bigness of cannon

is skilful,


but i have seen

death’s clever enormous voice

which hides in a fragility

of poppies. . . .


i say that sometimes

on these long talkative animals

are laid fists of huger silence.


I have seen all the silence

filled with vivid noiseless boys


at Roupy

i have seen

between barrages,


the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.

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