1
dead boats, do we row you do we row you

  cloud and dust cloud and dust, we bow to you

    we bow to you, one eye, two eyes, three eyes, four

       we are fools to love you, to love makes us fools lost

          fools lost in the crowd, long lone roads long lone roads

             to you to you to you from the crowd low low low and loud
2
a row of sea birds black, black sea

to and from the start, to and through the end

sit, pop, sit they ask in their way for you to sit for them

kids jump on the bed, no no they are not meant to but they do

do you see the one at the end, the one at the most far end, the one so far

from us? you are not meant to see them well but you do, you do not sit down well

for them, you do not sit down well for them at all, pop, sit down, do not wait for them to

ask      but you do
3
but they ask, they ask, and it sings to the muse

it is time, it is time to fall in love, do not hear it

oh but bees do fall                                                                                 but bees do die

they ask us not to speak of the light or the blue birds, they ask

they ask the book

not to see, not to hear,

                                                                                       some ghost is there on the stairs

oh but bees are ghosts                                                          they glow pale on their backs

black eyes, black moon eyes, eyes of pure bees
4
good men are hard to find, good men are hard, but to find them is not good
5

bones are dry, bones are white
you grow a tail, I grow a horn
we go and hunt, in a white room, in a snow white dawn
        cause and end
mute swans       
6

         on a red dune, on a dead red hill, mane is tossed down the side, mane is pulled off

              dog scares the crows, black oaths, black full and whole, feel the child a hole

to and fro, back and forth                    tooth is lacked, mind is sunk, slack, clacks

     move with me

                                 mouth froths

                                                              hair grows and hides the bush
lone long day

in the long lone night
        tired hand meets tired meat
eyes, they cried
they are now, done dried sleet
7

      fish in the green sea bed

          fish in the dark green sea

               fish in the bed of rocks

                    a bowl of change, a bowl of fish

                         a fin and an eye on a plate                           cupped nerves
loose breasts swim
                                                             old girls, old boys,

                                                                 learn to sing
8
     it was a block of wood, no one saw it there

if it was a lump of gold, it might have been gone
9
monk fish, gold fish, stone fish, fish of a kind

soup of a mix
10

     none saw and knew, these cars, these chains, keys to a new world

          none knew or saw the old world as a thing as well loved and well made

               none but the felt hats, the name cards, the foam in the bags and next to the box

                                                                                                                                there were bills

                                                                                                                      there was a brush

                                                                                            there were ducks in the pond

             a weed holds his seeds

          one here, one there, one

       needs to know and see

                                                                                                           for the love of god

                                                                                                                   for the light of life at its height

                                                                                                                           our fools do love to love
let them eat, let them sleep, let

let’s let them
11

                     bird on a spit, bird on a brown nude bough

                        two stones in a well, two dumb stones add to the dead weight of light
12

                   no time to change, no time at all, we row home, we row home

         lone and we mourn, lone and we mourn, lone with the bees we mourn

     lone lone lone with the bees and dead things and good as one, as good as one
some one spoke

but none heard.