Friday, September 12, 2014

The Intervention of the Sabine Women




what forms the now quiet studio
how eye in question consumes in disturbs
white coal distract

but force
in line now
a heavy immovable urn
which some of us seem free from
but which for others
lies still descending
a cancer to replace much of their bodies

Bara is not woman
the revolution is always a hyphen
within the pain
of woman

but park may be quilled in honor
and deceptive photographs filed
and there are impasses within impasses
their dynamic form as aftermath

math
now old in its space of calculation

david in front of no giant
but cast in cold glass near the urn
so lovely amid the weird woodbine
and how spectacular
but amounting no odd
the pale imp set's

creeping hotel quay