Mnemotaur (excerpts)

2.

now I write
because
now
is the time to
write

the children and the swans are
no more
– the capsules
release
a hiss

3.

the lament
rearranges
the retinas
into dragon
flies. The eyes
on our hands have been split open for some time now and the reflection they see in the water of the trough is that of a very young boy. The mouth a void yet to be filled –

they are
waiting for
you the black
wings
your feet are
bare, the mouth
a river
of feces as
the voices
chatter