everyone is an is to him
everyone is not to she
them is all where the wind begins
where the dew drips is you and me
exfoliating the “im alones”
to drink the rain – bow the string
burning books to read the ash
all is left none we bring
standing on a starving suitcase
what we eat in turn we feed
us to them a spoon of marrow
them to us a tear to blead
three trees sway upon a mount
drinking from a common cup
two they wither one it sighs
shuts its mouth the two rise up.
