"I have gone on, to still another one, a young..."

I have gone on, to still another one, a young

 french girl she is this time, my wife did not bear my child

and I knew it.

              The great log groaning from death

       war and smoking, a hull of a ship turning

    a great hull of a log and a large dog has given birth

        to a large litter, a white one like a fetus is dying.


   the landscape stinks, parts of decay, turning over on ill kept

bedclothes. Hills, familiar, behind the school, are ignorance

    umsure, making knowledge a place half known

       and covered without knowledge, arrogance, greed

seeing the soul slip from the chest, skeletons in the stars, devouring