THOUGHTS
 
Through the trees come I...
    and banging...
The heavy leaves thrust my eyes
    like the banging of bells
Searching hours have I....
    These endless leaves
     will be the death of me
I can already feel the blood fill my ears
    and eyes and head...
traveled miles have I...
And stopping only once,
    my nose the prevailing guide
    my savior of mystery
Have found it I...
my prey...
Ripping through the garden tree
    the leaves scatter
    in explosive violence
turn fall
    hitting the ground -- touching
    only an instant before
It's swept away by the 
beating constant of wind
Into the air leap I...
    My victim cries terrible agonies
    though I feel nothing
It's warm blood tastes a thousand years sweet


 
TRIBUTE TO AN UNKNOWN
 
Mineas, whose gritty hand I grasped,
             was flung into
    the biting and engulfing void
                   which lurked with emptyness --
For shallow it was
                 in the desert pool
          where his vision was
     finally and simply
                  revealed to me again!
    "Help me!  Heaven, ...or Hell!"
                 the water rippled --
                       the vision destroyed --
How painful was death
            at the hand of the scorpion