TALKING
TO ALBERTO CAEIRO
Life is infection
of matter
molecular fever
a painful collection of scatter
If I
a clot of clabber and bones
were stupid enough to desire to
"have my life over again"
I should want to be born a shepherd
not of sheep
nor even of wolves
but of stones
I AM OPEN
like a wound that smiles
& kisses with its tender edges
knives & rags & flies and thorny hedges.