Bit Poems, not Bitter
1. Bone beauty we admire;
Till we are skeletons.
2. Since Veritas was Magna
It could not enter
The eye of the needle.
But the camel got through
On the rich man's visa,
Veritas went howling to hell.
3. You rise in variants of hurt memory,
But my love bleeds on.
Healed, I shall have no biography
Except those hurt-enriched imaginings.
4. Dry sand is this river-bed
Abandoned by the wayward waters,
Condemned to wait in bleaching hope
With emblematic sprouts of grass
And memories of flood.
5. Homo Hierarchicus!
Go higher if you will,
But careful not to kick us.
6. It is no longer 'Us' versus 'Them'
We are all 'Them'.
Our 'us-ness' has gone.
7. Toss back your head, unloose
The black rain of your hair,
Let the brown river of your neck
Plunge down pale ravines.
8. The sin of Impulse and the sin of Will
Are both unpardonable.
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