A Sermon on Forgetfulness

A sparrow was found
hovering mid-air,
its wings sagging
and the tail
like a teardrop,
just at the brink
of being sacrificed.

Bound
nowhere.
Found mid-air.

Eyes dragging
vision out of the jail;
it forgets to look
at the moon stale.
Forgets to blink,
chirp, hop;
its tail like a teardrop.

Forgets, forgets to fly...
Bound nowhere,
the sparrow forgets to die.

Window To Despair

No air to take me 'there';
my breath's caught in a snare.
I look through a window
that has me 'fair and square'.
I look and I swallow
my one silent prayer;
I hear my tomorrow,
wailing, full of sorrow:
"All knowledge is despair."

To Love With One's Teeth

This consummation that is
denied us;
this dream that has
belied us -
we seek now to love
with our teeth.

Love not,
each other;
love not,
any further -
all we seek now is
to bleed.

To give ourselves away;
to tear them apart...
we seek not to love
and not with our heart.

The flames have been soaring;
the skies seethe -
and here we choose to love
only with our teeth.