Perception at the Center

 [Poetry], The Cabana at the Equator  Comments Off on Perception at the Center
Aug 262011
Chaos is eccentric else, among the green 
Habiliments of this disease, 
This earth, this atmosphere 

We sicken of and breathe. The arrant mind 
Ticks like a cockvane in a white sky. 
Blackly circles the tragic thought of death 

Around an empty farm: the false, shadow-sharp
Concern that it invented. Past tipped buckets 
And abandoned calves, lonely for their mothers, 
Sick-eyed mermaids maunder in their scales, 
Electric after 
A crumpled pail 
Of the pure, chiaroscuro myth.