the earth reedless, a pure form,
closed to the future
FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA:
‘Casida of the Recumbent Woman’
The world is in the process of ending.
The insects have dropped from the air.
The last wasp is sinking through
the gloopy green water of a garden pond,
the most melancholy diver.
The sun is on its back at the very top
of the sky, floating bleakly, jelly-eyed.
A toad’s heart is blinking inside
its nobbly body as it contemplates
the infinite civilisations of the world,
the disappointment of having
only ever truly known this one.