New work written in the hospital

Unsequenced poem

clear-headed, clear eyes;

you fly through mazy disentanglements

the saliva spans, like bars,

the place of the jaws

pulling apart.

the baleen of the uterus open:

pitcher/bell/category

of all enclosures; mark

of disparate Cains: you, small wings,

fly in.

crack the acorn, dear,

he bleeds honey;

in a mat of reeds and slivers

he sings himself to sleep.

when shall he pass through?

horn curl, like hair, framing:

the ridge of her clavicle,

the wings of her breasts,

the teeth of her ribs

and her tongue-heart.

in the center, centrality:

periphery gnashing his teeth,

castigating absence.

cut your many holes

through the many rings of the wall!

here is the place to end.

I rather like this one, it's got a nice balanced sequence and some lilting prosody; and the metaphor is quite decent even though it's necessarily abstract. The five sections are complementary, not quite to be viewed as separate poems; however, they are all split viewpoints of the same view, building not a progression or resolution as is normal, but rather adding to the picture different aspects and shadings. It attempts to make the solid silhouette, the block, into a fully dimensional entity, occupying space.

What is describes is somewhat beyond me to convey in prose without gross understatement. Besides, this is the age of the reader; what is intended by you is infinitely more subtle and meaningful than my intention in the composition.