MY BODY

My body, you will not fill the ditch

That I am digging, that I deepen each night.

Like a wild boar caught in the underbrush

You leap, you struggle.

Does the vine on the rampart remember another body

Prostrate on the keyboard of the void?

Throw off your clothes, throw away your food,

Diviner of water, hunter of lowly light.

The sliding of the hill

Will overflow the false depth,

The secret excavation underfoot.

Calm wriggles into the night air

Through disjointed stones and the riddled heart

At the instant you disappear,

Like a splinter in the sea.