Statement for Adonis

Don't be put off with inferior imitations.

Insist on the genuine archetype.

The experience insists

Out of its law

And in cerebration

That the gardenias of the world are liars

Ennobled in applause from pin to pogrom.

To slide

Down a catastrophe into existence

Boar-like in monasteries,

Degraded in a trench of tusker fury,

While the wounds weep

On the harness of my loving.

The sky for you is dark and the flesh of the foam

Fled on her lips like breezes.

The bride for you is dark and the flooding

Of her face is no calamity, no harvest.

The sun for you is dark as you have suffered.

Out of the prison of tongues,

You on the arrow of silence

Find only freedom where the dead are trusting.

Always land where the seas are broken.

Land 'where the woman's flesh

Is given to your eyes. Land where the bridges

Sever your country from improvidence.

Land is the prison

Which you cannot escape.

Because you are yourself

You cannot be redeemed from blood or history.

Therefore the action of my love grows inward

Poisoning, reaching down to roots and silence.