pontificate upon this
stilled, two images
pass upon dusted parchment.
I abstain from the rest.
dizzily I pass over
protrude forward, these great tusks
one eye wretched, spinning
I am in a haze;
something bashful grows inside me
I don’t know how many months
I now caste into sulphur plus concrete
oh well. no stone will last
through all this rain