THE NEW CREATURES
I
Snakeskin jacket
Indians eyes
Brillliant hair
He moves in disturbed
Nile insect
Air
II
You parede thru the soft summer
We watch your eager rifle decay
Your wilderness
Your teeming emptiness
Pale forests on verge of light
Decline
More of your miracles
More of yours magic arms
III
Bitter grazing in sick pastures
Animal sadness & the daybed
Whipping
Iron curtains pried open
The elaborate sun implies
Dust, knives, voices
Call out of the wilderness
Call of fever, receiving
The wet dreams of an Aztec king
IV
The banks are high & overgronw
Rich w/ warm green danger
Unlock the canals
Punish our sister's sweet playmate distress
Do you want us that way w/ the rest?
Do you adore us?
When you return will you still want to play w/ us
V
Fall down
Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses
Their shirts are soft manying cloth and hair