denied night’s face
have shadowless they?
i bring you peace
the moon of day
predicted end
who never began
of god and fiend?
i give you man
extracted hate
from whispering grass?
joy in time shut
and starved on space?
love’s murdered eye
dissected to mere
because and why?
take this whole tear.
By handless hints
do conjurers rule?
do mannikins
forbid the soul?
is death a whore
with life’s disease
which quacks will cure
when pimps may please?
must through unstrange
synthetic now
true histories plunge?
rains a grey snow
of mothery same
rotting keen dream?
irise which am
the sun of whom