I sing of Times trans-shifting
- Robert Herrick, Hesperides, 1648
[in progress]
I
intuit
organochlorines
in blood lipids liver brain breast
milk
a diseased future
immunosuppressed
measured half lives
Inuit
rise, Corinna, you lie too long in bed
did you see sails in fjords
when you turned your head? what perfidy
Corinna!
separated by degrees virgins
were inviolate
in paradise this morning
when the wind blew bleak
the icebird picked
their eyes
your dissolving children
II
Corinna, why thump this
helpless blind piano
of badly broadenened subjects
on my castellated shore
after after dinner speeches when the wool
is pulled
why breach my subtle eyrie
viewing writhing viewers
when you could be counting susserations
in packaged
packaging
or tripping over Sundays from lawn
to shining lawn