...I draw my bad breath
from the arrears of fear

I draw the snake's egg
and the plague of its glosses

from the blood of monkey
and fly legs

and of the toppled enigma
in the fissure of the slag heap

in the streaming
of the voice

an instumental transit
with the pus sack broken

in at the turning angle of seas
and cycles

blind fly dead tongue
monkey mother

whose lipless laugh
I irrigate...

trns. by John Taylor