Crusaders
business is a holy urge
no thought or weakness
our guns went all off
and from church to church
bonfires made of prayer
Poèmes sur le thème : gun
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Louder than words
the gun made an excellent sermon
on the difference between us
I am afraid I have forgot
how not to see
Peace plan
We rose early for bullets;
one flew off.
The mouth of the gun
should beg to eat
and learn all languages,
not smoke
and be so illiterate
as to welcome absence.
Falconer
I put on my gray
riding garb to go up
the garden stairs
and made a hand
with five guns
for the king’s falcon,
who fell asleep
in my head.
Birthday of Desire
The birthday of desire.
My wife offered me a true horse
and I had great pleasure in riding:
a house built high with two sticks,
a bonfire of guns.
We go off for the same joy
and return for trouble.
Tastes Like Chicken
A great hen, very angry, began
to pull down the dove and the lark,
a pretty dish.
The mouth dropped thirty guns
in a high debate with the sea.
It blew hard. The great fowl’s
mother was put to bed.
Land Ho
Having sailed all night,
we come in sight
of a fresh gale
and a good deal.
Great was the shout of guns,
the rattling of guns.
Smoke came,
the captains came.
I wrote to my wife,
drank wine to my wife.
It was in the morning.
We parted this evening.
Fetish
Carried in a black box,
my sugar woman
brought me perspective,
and I saw
people as guns—
and I was the best
that any had.
I got out of my chest
the orders to stop
all dangerous persons
going or coming.
How I slept
and was not sick
I know not.
Gunfire
I drink a draft of desire.
A gun gives widowhood
and the discourse of revenge:
to meet and dissolve, to issue hurt.
I was glad to hear a sermon
too eloquent for a pulpit—
the talking rain.
Gun nut
a great peak
at night is a pit
I find pleasure in pistols
Disproportionate
how little a gun
to have come for music and dancing
so pettish a servant
to answer to
The river, again
I live by the river without a word
but my poor worn gun
time is a woman I burn to serve