| Hunger I often desire Devouring the world Death will be devouring My open mouth is hunger The space Between breath The whole between my breasts The rats will enter my mouth with impunity And it will not be shocking Or grotesque I hunger to be filled I will hunger to be emptied. |
| Bury the Bones Standing behind an eye Expecting any minute - the old man With the golden cup or the woman Crutch and cane My arm is extended My eye - like a glass bowl Time shifting particles downward - Opened, bent always To the fork in the road Graveyard and cross Where I can bury the bones Reap the gold. |