---

A four-faced wheel

Stripped of man's likeness

Turns at my feet,

The animal reflections

Have glass eyes

Another winged hope dies

The abortion fades

But the ocean opens

More welcoming

Than any infant-mirage

Offerings go

Into the surf

Foam churns

And honest evils form

It helps to stand

In the tides

And choose a wrong,

To eat without regard

But nothing nourishes

That empty knowing

I kill to affirm power,

The surge of the drug spins

Like fire in

A homeless hearth.

(I have a person while I kill)

Years take us in hours

The living surge fades

We depress and know

That nothing satisfies

That empty

But children