Let’s use each word sweetly
Every instance that is acceptable we’d want
to be so sweetly
The things that are acceptable we shall
dedicate to female American language poets (in the broadest sense), who use that
language sweetly
***
OK, then, let’s dedicate this venture to
their writing, and the rain
The venture must dress to match the declining
glory of the poets and the rain’s increasing rigour
Damson shall be the dress to match &
mature into the declining glory of the poets and the rain’s increasing rigour
We can realise how the damson dress shall
venture and joy within this turning silver & grey, unexceptional as the
declining glory of the poets
***
Joy, in this case, we’ll find at the
balancings
The rests in the midst of where we are, these
are the balancings
Against what we have eaten, what we have
thought – this rests within the balancings
We’ll hold our wits about us, no matter how
it rests with what we have eaten, through the balancings
***
Ah, if only our wits were real
Our wits build up this whole world around us
Our wits build up this world, this one world,
out of fear of all the others
Our wits build this fear into a world – it is
empty – look! look!
***
So let’s be heroes we’d said once, empty but
hopeful
Heroes are good at posturings and are ever hopeful
Our delight at the heroes’ posturings can
make us ever hopeful too
A fine slice of damson pie, gives as much
delight as the posturings of heroes and is more helpful too
The rich dark fruit juice of that pie –
haemorrhagic but hopeful ever too
The language leaking out of this crust is
haemorrhagic and staining yet hopeful too
What a mess! licking up the language leaking
a process unending but ever hopeful to
