obscurantum

your father working to the bone
brother at home

my country

losing  the middle of the middle (lost the lower years ago)

those of us that can leave

no future there where

it's a murk, work

less educated answers
and demagogic drudges
doing all the talking

by the feet of the water

hebi

m a r i a 1

nones (novena)
stabat mater
remainder
reef (grief)
forgiveness
stele (stolen from)
eternity
you as twin (ma ríe)
nearly (you)

polarise
dying estuaries into
ossuaries -  twin burial
lose nothing but

you are (llorar)

sanctity
thinking
keening
kneeling
longing for

la Dolorosa

Last night, while giving a lesson online, I felt visitors.

There were walking in the galley kitchen, opening the fridge, inspecting.

From the loft, they peered down, observing, reflected in the computer screen.

Yakata clad.

Male.

Indeterminate age.

tracing track

He won't come back.

Shakyo shock me
into the out of to

the less so.
 
Help me let go of though.


Through is tough.

plucky rooster walks, advancing.

caution.

I cannot stop it
or anyone
chicken or corpse.

so why not step to grief?

what crows?

is it your life and your death?

what conflates?

nothing.

everything.

to stay

simply  in this.