Contraction
She is contracting
to the enveloping
plasm of uneasiness
in which she is involved with the big bodies
The garden
the childвАЩs
first place of purity
is become defiled
an egg is smashed
a horrible
aborted contour
a yellow murder
in a viscous pool
She knows not Time yet
it lies there
for a thousand years
of return
to puzzle
over a defrauded race of chickens
pecking the gravel in unconcern