Oil and blood for the bowed grey heads, as Aeson recovers
his usefulness, oil and blood for my own inviolable sense
of propriety. Uncontaminated, pint for pint, what’s the difference
between one dog and another, between dead boy and dead lamb,
except for those small miracles as blue birth becomes gentle
continuance. The only thing to do is take it as your own
indisputable property (though even in a consumption good the
former spirit lingers) but this is bad news, for the conservationist:
we will always love most what is diminishing and so as funeral
barges stream down the marshes you wake weeping in
your yellow coat, from ruptured sleep, as if these ghosts of
our own commodities cry out, like kids for milk, in the twilight.
Do you know the heaviness of other types of feeding?
When the time comes to bolt and deliver to the diligent
hand, accomplished at dragging up, you must place the
babe in the tour’s arms, and alert those diligent sisters
to the processes of abandonment. Accomplishments
(itemised) include the delicacy of the needle, include
the practice of drawing back the suck. Overproduction,
like any other disease, can be treated. The bell rings,
and that is enough.