Report from the Interior, a Swan Song*

Tremendum.


The thorax of a bird. Soft stroke of the chest. Head caplet. Pale rope air. Struggle over particles of sleep, impassable, smallish white hair grows the skull predisposed. Amalgam sleep, patch neural, small teeming slices. A public figure is history to the ear. By her ear, these pale hairs. A bird’s ear? Its head cocked & bulged eye, water & gas. Angelike. Suit jacket. Her overcoat full of cold startled air;

Torsional


Emblem small wonder’s socket. Love of these flags. White Rose. To touch her ear, warm where she lies, breathing. A pump noise. The ground lately with its blue oil, rubbed earth. Strings of pointed flags flapped downward, triangles of these flags. Slice magazine a downward layer. Heat release. One hole pale lit beneath track of. One hoist. Garagiste. Jacket pulled up at the neck, orderly hospice, releases old upholstery, dragnet, a smell of car air

Trochar (her mouth)


Where well-dressed means “against the cold”, the bate of the breath silent, a snow light shorn. To stand stare intent at the tipped bare branches, white ache of snow & no other colour, impedance of cold entering the jacket. Her hair on the pillow countable white bent up a bit. Lean whisper or gaze. Skin pale imprinted with. Listen to her, O ache of these tiny willow buds layer on layer. Anastazja. A stony immigration, worn smooth

The mouth.


Hot wind ribbed into the curled chest warm stuck with old cloth. Ribs of cloth twist strips. Dry. Open at the wrists a quietude, bliss white keys. Cold touch of the white keys on the child’s hand. Front of the Mendelssohn so cherry oaken. White hair a sheet endeavours. Stroke this hair, top of. Warm inner paw of light. Facsimilitic breathing. Toreadore. Shadow of the girl. Her. Young leap abstinent. The overcoat with steel air, flooded open

Tenebrae


O the wide Missouri now

O across that light, small cocked bird its light head & dwelling
breakup shorn spring

We fell into the river

She remembers

Personable, they say, child climbing out of the

Her child’s leg well-dressed

jammed in the ice floe

She looks to me with pale blue translucence. Ice

her sister pulls

Leg of old corduroy sodden & icy

against an unwitted darkness

her dream a

a soft snow

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