The Snare (I & II)

**The Snare (I)**



 



Please shut up. When I emerge wild,



the golden lake over my shoulder,



I will take into account the promise



you entangled me in.



 



1.



Similar to the negative torso



holding up the tree roots



I ask you to be gentle.



 



Everything will wobble



otherwise               When you’re not here



 



something crawls into the hole



and doesn’t think.



 



Patience is expendable.



Go deeper with me.



Break any final symmetry.



 



2.



I think this body is an instrument.



 



I grow like a graft.



It might be useless



to try to place



what stucco home



sprung me fully formed.



How often I thought



of my network of parts.



And I thought of yours.



 



Wheeling we get married



and I use my new mechanisms.



 



 



**The Snare (II)**



 



How do we know



 



how to send the codes from one end



to the other of the last sunken terminal?



 



If I were to lie down and go to pieces



I could imitate the echo in the marl.



 



***



 



A lord’s hand made me whole again,



my corpse the fledgling map of the new world.



 



A lord smiles like a turning wing



and hovers over noon churning.



 



All the parts were plain to see, the parish,



the barnyards, veins and ligatures.



 



They cover me with hay



until I am gone.



 



These locusts buried in the riverbank. They hatch 



and fly further. They cluster with force,



they eddy and course into my yawn.