The afternoon is wreathed in black sunlight
The page's dirge flutter like wings in a tomb
and then
back to reality

VIOLENCE!

Township aphrodisiac
A tear's mathematics
over Joyce's dingam
               poor paddy
               someone's daddy

Over shoulders of electric pylons
death's owl hoots in fear

and from the rear,
that was the doves drop
O
Spirit
a willow on the shiver.