Tuesday 10 May 2016

Hydra

I have given to Pluto, Hydra
For her upkeep- to defrost her ice
Jealous sun has sneezed
On our child, spat in her eyes, our coal-coloured
Child.
Give your orisons to the dove
Let them sleep in its gold-crusted wings
This is my flaw, well beloved flaw, I
Trusted the sun, I trusted too much.
Where is Hydra?
Where is Pluto?
Where is the child that cried in our arms?
Where is Pluto?
Where is Hydra?
Where is the baby-
Her soul-piercing eyes?

No comments:

Post a Comment