From " Signs "
I .

I am not the shade who upholds the bare tree
against its dissolution,
I'm not hunger to strap stones round my belly and suck
your emaciated breast.
I am think like the figure of fear ,
I contain the thirst of embers
to transform themselves back to branches ,
I do not pray for what's to come
- nothing will come -
and I don't concede to reverence .
It is a chain of ants that raised this earth
and now erodes it slowly.
II.
Your face is purer than the mirror ,
luxurious and more eager.
Colours rejoice around your head , rejoice
and Ah , they suffer.
Offer death a libation for the past ,
it may accept and stay.
And it's the same : your destroying a lover
or your destroying things out of love .
Now the mirror's clouded for you ; break it
and say : " My eyes see better ."
III.
I just forgot
nothing more
I forgot
the salt of creation scorches my eyes
and the sand of insomnia
I try to remember:
Does water describe the shape of fountains,
their pattern of fluidity ,
and indicate the day's greenness,
or does water have
the shape of drowning ?
IV.
Rejoice twice:
when you see the sand turn wet and soft
and when it becomes water
Twice rejoice:
tomorrow will be overcast
and shade compose a sky
And hide just once
for a scoundrel might inherit the earth
and scratch the living.