Loose Veil of Sundown

Loose Veil of Sundown

                                 — a cento

seeing that blind wall approach

I spend my time tending to the animals in me

stub-dicked boys from the Maghreb

Hildigunna the leech, their sister

the horses have not yet been jettisoned

a man in a skirt is never alone

sounds tend to inadvertently mean while sounding

rendering mystical & hermetical

a meadow for gazelles, a cloister for monks

the hacked out cots of silk bog children

technical matters of lexicography

the importance of never seeming stupid

we who ride a board on the back of the seal

stay interested in the lone man’s liberty

this mountain of people in motion

deny what the text actually said

it can no longer be the nation

lyric is invented in bitter exile

language is not where we perform our thought

when you print a poem on it, the paper’s value is lost

what I love to ask is what I know