
a Sisyphusian average
of tomorrow’s bread
ground from today’s bones
milling from up-slant’s waggle
stirring-in leavens
of ant and grasshoper
pinch of dreams millstone heavy
oiled with sweat or tears
pelting a stone vault
whose chimney (damaged scroll)
sings in flab-cursives shards of ‘un bel di’
that turn hefted and dark
curl down again to
flickering among the blue
and stench of brimstone
dancing in the wings
curse by bullet
repetition sustains
gives endless birth to endless funerals
that begin again endlessly
as a hill-bottom fog
somewhere
a stone boat barnacles with grass
coxswain saints / Charon’ shadow
grinding in place
til then til there
til then and there
stone’s rude wheel
stirring from smoke and dust
a rut in furrow’s garb
endlessly (?…