The tadpole boy in [tas?] Basalt The seashorse horsing in the saltThe owlet in his greeneryThe narwhal in his cup of sea They all believe milkymoonThey all believe milkymoonBut collusion bleeds through back alliesFrom parapets that end on feetWhen one is weak they discretely meetThey throw the bones into the streetAnd they progressAnd we retreatAnd all the books our fathers wroteAre in the middle of the roadLittle by little we implodeHistory brittle, brown and brokeWe can't remember what was spokeSo we stare in wonder at the smokeWhat it begets is born aloneWe know not now what we have knownLadies; breathe deep against your whalebonesFor your children come home made of stoneThe terror seething sees a wayOr like the wheezing of the bayIn miniature agoniesThey travel westward on the breezeBring us all to our kneesThe dappled horse the sorrowed mareWith eyes that do not see but stareBeneath boots as black as malachiHe drives a nag into the nighInto the nighAnd all the baby boys we've bornWith eyes averted from the stormSent off to die in perfect formWe know now what we have knownSatellite photos [rederic?] MilkymoonSee how the euphemism stickAnd when they come back broke and burnedThose who return have no return
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