Wikipedia Poem, No. 951
so lost
often that park
silent
and then the bald one running
final chamber
scimitars drawn
they fail
they clear the man
left to knot
thin as a line
coral council
fire—fixed
bald one running
and done
many-legged machine
it must be because no time
neither gasp nor scream
such attention in and into
the man’s mouth
true being
notice a country and its crop yields
the man left to rot
in the oil wars
the police fix one lip
behind a clearing
calculations of the police