OUT OF LONELINESS

He takes for himself

The right

To hold his breath

He has

Since his first scream

Once and for all

Rejected

The instinctive

Beneath Elis' knee he
Yearned for contact Grounding
White knowledge
Cress
Spreads seed grains around
Sparkling between fingers
The scent from wet
Needles
Rosemary

Translated by David Chorlton