I hear the screams

I hear
the screams of Osiris
among the children
in summer

& the moon
a wolf’s growl
a drunken joke
by drunken fathers
who stumble
into graveyards in the woods:
so they hiss
as in cheap old movies

when vampires
stalked the box office

O Games
are old, repetitious:
flat wheels of tricycles
wooden rifles
Puff, the magic dragon
Hansel & Gretel
gaping bird cage
wars & revolutions
in backyards

& outside the frontier of our wounds
newspaper tales of

Television is our plane of
reality; also
Thor Hyerdahl on the table snores

I hear my forgotten voice
in the cracle of children

in summer

it will


From Collection / Rosary of Summer, 1977

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