the Remembered Saints: My Life and Subsequent Death
Execution of the Sun"
Among the Jellyfish"
of the Manfestation"
Cake and Double Talk"
Let it give of its inner sweetness.
When I come to you at morning,
at the dawn, I wish to see you in your
whitened splendor. Treading
the water of the mind can be troubling,
so one needs some sort of
repose that will be always be there.
Mother doesn't enter the room
as often. Who could the elves be, who
migrated here one or two seasons ago?
When the ship landed at land's door,
the largest one got off first and smiled
to the others. He can be the splendid
one at times, taking stock of a situation
kneeling down on the earthy floor and
emptying stored sorrows into dirt.
I stand on a brown island miles away.
The temperature is dropping. Winds
are picking up by the hour. The rest
of us close our books and place them
in our laps. Preparations have already
been made. We grow our beards out
these days. Double-thick insulation
has been installed under the random
stocks, and tomorrow we will be instructed
on how to make blow holes, so
that the children can at least breathe.