"Are you in The Country, for The Bearing
Of a Truce, Bruce ~ ?

Do you
Read, or write of The Mnemonic Memory of Exclusion,
Because of you, or of me ~ ? Or simply
Because you search, perhaps, for The Different

Noir Sheep, or you see, do
You, without eyes,
Do you hear me, too, without ears ~ ?

O
What are years ~ ?

O
What are tears ~ ?

But I always cry,
Inhaled breath Of ~ Of a perished parish,
Ivy overgrown, thatched roof, Stratford
On Avon, but I always I see without eyes,

White chalked out,
A blizzard of sense, senses
Opened shut, lids razed, light grazed, spirit raised ...

Are you in The Country, for The Bearing
Of a Truce, Bruce ~ ?

O
What are tears
Spilled,

O
What are tears
Spilled over many years ~ ?"
~ Zoe