Tuesday, December 21, 2010
To push the ugliness away’s the thing –
uninteresting that it seems to want to bring
more than its hunger and its lust –
or its reminders that all provenance is dust –
unless truth’s not the beauty of a youth –
but the commitment to a duty: be the sleuth
of meaning: breach and press – go in.
Strange to feel the fingers reach to bless the skin.