WHAT A COLOSSAL CATASTROPHE YOU ARE / here, weltering ‘neath a sweltering sun, a sparsile sort of sourness to your smile / do you never tire of it ? / that ambustion ? / that abrasion ? / THAT FAMINE FOR WHICH YOU HAVE NO NAME ? / that cruelty for which you claim no shame ? / (claim, claim; / o’, what would you give to be rid of that word ? / what would you give to forget all you’ve maimed ?)












