when Autumn breathed her silence,
through weathers\' hearts\' as golden to her coins.
came music to this blind man\'s ears,
when love was loud,
as loud my shaking hands now angry eyes;
each day I walk
as blind as veins to the watermark,
tinned-torso dark,
mole-teeth dead to sight and sound,
I have lost her Paris eyes in fallen leaves;
when Autumn came and cried our child,
on clouds of wounds
more distant than the scar.
I crawl as wolf; hunter of the growling moon;
my bayonet for the black-veined throat of hunger!
addicted to the blood that breathes,
that floods from heart to the shovels\' skull,
digging deep my grave ,
my final place to rest
both beast and beaten man;
when Autumn came,
came the sucking hands that sucked my devil-snake;
hunched barking-beast on the hanging tree,
when Autumn roots
grew black rose on the henchman\'s breeze.
where lost?
her Paris eyes in Autums leaves;