1956

VOTE GOAT

In the candle of a lighthouse
Lives a grown novel.
It is the story of how time
Makes itself up.

The scale, the motion of
Let me tell you something,
Oh that is a big important
Party they throw
Their bloodline.

Oh, golden toenail,
There is only one novel.
We are born, we learn
How to excavate deep space,
The rangers evacuate
The sunstage, a wind
Comes through a window.

Oh, empty bottle,
A marriage contracts
Around a social infant
(A princess, it turns out).

O lovedream and fear,
There is only one poem
Clipped and folded
Into a bookmark in a novel.