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You’re stepping on your father, my mother said,
and indeed I was standing exactly in the center
of a bed of grass, mown so neatly it could have been
my father’s grave, although there was no stone saying so.

More beautiful and soft than any
With burring furred antennae feeling its huge
Through dusk, the air-liner with shut-off
Glides over suburbs and the sleeves set trailing

tall poplars — human beings of this earth
black pounds of happiness — you mirror them to death
I saw you, sister, stand in that effulgence
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The fat lady came out first,tearing out roots and moistening drumskins
The fat ladywho turns dying octopuses inside out
The fat lady, the moon's antagonist,was running through the streets and deserted buildingsand leaving tiny skulls of ...

The Rival
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.