Second Doll
A bridge is on its way
But don’t demand that
The lilies speak, as for myself
I was shaped within a strict science
According to the chamber of clouds I was
Of air and flesh, torch-blue
Did you ever see
Eyes like the insides
Of a slave trader’s boot?
Those were mine
Devoted among the deer
A herte among
The grey whipping grasses
I was
(dangling, dancing
hearing behind it
bundles of bells thrown to the ground















