Friday, September 11, 2015

A MASK OF MOTION - Lyn Hejinian

Behind the mask
is the face of change.
It is a sense rather than a science, just as the beast of
courage bites the breast of fear.
I lay my leg out.

The mask of the sad one
is the suffering bear.
The mother cat
eats the blood, the still-born
kitten, and the shit
of the live ones.


The broken pots are still there,
and a bone. I've been trudging up
and down. I could drink all the rivers
blue, green, or brown.
They call them the Blood Tides.

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