for the monks from the monastery to retrieve somelime,
when they aren't occupied chanting, and can dig the yaks out.
In
shorl, you fell. You fell and slid through winter
smiling insanely, still wearing party favors
on your hat, and clothes of respectability on your body.
You are beginning to glow, like a streetlight, from hunger
and, as the muscles start retracting from the nerve fibers,
your bones set up a dance that some find enchanting.
And what is that dance all about? 0 the savory mud flats!
Banks toppling into the brown swollen river;
the houses swept under, the corpses, the buzzing of flies ....
SATURN SONG
There was in me then all a simple singing,
when I was young, when I was young.
I was trying to be part of the love crowd,
a plenteous simplicity like the leaves.
I wanted to leap naked on the waterfall,
a part of the charm of the place like falling water.
I wanted my face to be an open flower
and all inside of me a simple singing.
So many knives have struck me since,
since I was young, since I was young.
I have reached my hands out, over
&
over,
nothing falls on them but the falling water.
