I.
Behind my walls are my Cats. And behind my Cats is a Peacock singing to me of my death and yours.
I said to her “In the silence of an eye, I shall smile and arise, and see someone I used to know sleeping; in her room in her bed in her body I was in Paradise.”
I am awake in the sound of roses and a young girl’s voice.
We are drowning in the approaching shadows.
I am dreaming and cannot hold it.
I have seen.
(Dear Christ: the silence and the loss;
we are born and fall.
Dear Christ, you too are broken and lost
and hanging like a Roman standard over us all.)
Cult of the Body
