From the Diary
My ear is shocked by every noise,
My eye – by light of sun or fire,
My spirit launched its cutting growth,
Like a tooth – through gums which swelled entire.
It will break through and leave at once,
The former covering it sphere,
And with his thousands bright eyes,
Will rush in night – not one that’s here.
And I’ll be here left and laid –
A banker, killed by a thug, meanest,
To press my wound by freezing hands,
To cry and writhe in your existence.