Postscript. Unknown date and time. Hospital.

 

Gl.

Put a sheet over my old faces

Stared at doctors bewildered and

Struck at my legs like the scared ape I am

 

Bore each day as a lamb bears a lamb

Tore all my fabric to learn to tear fabric

Made love to anachronistic TV hosts

 

Proved maths in ash ink on ash paper

Wrestled for my possessions with exotic wasps

Moved infinite-density pearls through my eyes

 

Pitted right fist against right cheek

Left my soul in a glass of water by the bed

Was operated on by cyclones

 

Grew a new hand to replace the old hand

Dressed up each new moment for its funeral

Shaved my face once and for all time

 

Dropped cause and effect and never again wielded them

Developed old photos in shower-floor cave puddles

Beavered away at passing shins

 

Whittled into my bones disconcerting shapes

Cried into the laps of unreal lovers

Shook with maniacal compassion

 

Stalked halls with perfect unselfconsciousness

Saw myself through the eyes of a bullet ant

Remembered Christ, the Birth of a Foal