Clelia Walking

The cathedral buried beneath another cathedral is where the glibbest instrument lay

And there it rests, exhausted

While in the visible room, a band continues to play

The insensitive diviner, feeling ill

The beetle rolled over and time stopped

Suddenly the gospel pages multiplied

And my entire bookshelf reversed itself

I don't want to be the melody

I prefer the choking sow

Who, while taking every care to parry

Has wound up with her head in the ground

And each of us choking on the cannonball with a sound

Can't help but sleep until it's dark

And winter weighs on every bough

We watch you as you drown

And reach up to us on your way down

You're hanging from your toes in a tiffany redoubt

Come back and I'll tell you more...