(first
draft of) the house
or
checking
for signs of afterlife
after
Dominique Hecq
following
the thread Jean Kent started
with 'Fly Away Names'
https://conversationinpoetry.blogspot.com.au/2018/01/dominique-hecq-2-flying-out-response-to.html
I'm in the
fifty years of it
they're
everywhere with me
is
there nous
in
the tank of heaven?
or
on the to-do list?
souls
are
everything
was touched
purusha
daemons running all around
daemons running all around
there
is a consciousness in things
as
if it were finished once
the
risers shone with tread, edge scuffed
complete
– cruel tiger under sticky tape
and
the Rah Fizelle, reflections wrong
a
wedding gift, things told... and told
till
the whole house knows
that
Japan is long gone, and the islands carved
reeled
tape with no machine to play
there's
lots of loot I left as well...
collecting
is a habit passed on
we
need to let air in
among
trinkets of the way
at
home in their afterlife
tight
as a drum
(window
keys hidden)
the
unscreened door ajar
thinks
blowflies
but
much more pets
who
might escape
some
I buried myself
it's
we're the ghosts of it
they're
not here
but
are
ear
to the chest
where
we've gone
everything
is touched
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