Horses at the door
Eugène Delacroix, “Two Horses Fighting in a Stormy Landscape”, 1828. Source: clarkart.edu
Must this go on forever?
The wind
perpetual gesture
and the hand that slips
from me unnoticed.
.
In the beginning, what
did I want in the beginning
when I was of a sudden taken by a life
whose hooves still pound against my door?
When I saw or thought I saw
sand. In the end
it will be a pearl I said
and slept at last from weariness
on deck, aboard a freighter
that bore about the burden of my bones.
.
I went mad
and went mad, then
went mad:
someone rolled
and rolled about
over the cracked and fissured earth, a skull
in an atlas neglected
and magical, ejaculate
with a skull in it.
Did this have to go on forever?
