Set 30, 2005

Beast Milk

It was a marshmallow
Pillow to begin with.
Why then these dreams of shrieks

Ringing beneath wholesome,
Wholehearted, oh! wholesale,
Giggles of children? Why

The ice whip of cream, blood
Milked by the beast mothers?
Drink nothing. First explain

The endless recurrence
Of silence with the full,
Tasteless faith of being

Awake. Red and quiet,
Ka Fort, in old peace, rest.
The bullets in the milk
Will never permit sleep.