27 August 2011
original poem included background image
fuse
if they were only
particles
streaming
from the crows
from the particle ships
into me, fusing
with my mother
particle
then I’d be clan
destine with rage
I screamed:
don’t scream at me
let me scream at myself
what rage you said, what
rage in the dancer
what vertiginous
forgiveness
is that
all you want
from me?