FÜR 6 HÄNDE

FÜR 6 HÄNDE

cold faced, you
swallow a smile,
you break off
an icicle, jagged
eyed, murderous in
your kindness, your
moth eaten faith.

some stranger faced
beast walks past,
and you brace,
wound up with
chill and friendly
malice, ghastly, fractured
but claiming the

whole of all,
a land you
have seen once,
before the snow
cloaked it, a
place to sow
teeth, should the
ground ever thaw.

CYCLOPS

CYCLOPS

that stinking,

stagger-

           ing

                      brute.

holding fast

all-

           ways

                      to

an oversize

ego

:;:

One eye, today

One I, today

:;:

that eye, I see

reflected in

a fetid puddle

that I, eye see

reflecting on

that stagnate self

until some knot-

eyed not I pierces

the veil of sight

and self.