Wed, 6 December 2006
For a Man
You light a fire in an ash can
under the willow and sliver moon
setting with Venus
over the open sea.
We talk of shifting continents,
how this wind may breathe over us
the mingled dust of our ancestors' bones.
Mars rises behind the moon.
The fire casts violent shadows
over your face. I am a continent
of women to you---but to me . . .
you are one man . . .
who fires a thousand years
of rage into me--
enough rage to burn the sky--
I am no continent--but an ocean
swallowing fire whole.
Watch now how Mars trails the moon...
and the moon is falling into the sea
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