"Gayossa" Ambulance Service: Emergency

FOUNDED IN 1912 BY HARRIET MONROE

VOLUME CX NUMBER 2

MAY 1967

of garbage alive in the working aluminum,

storm-windows stacked, copper

and iron and oil, the gout of the gas

honing its tooth with a midsummer

midge's sound, to the troglodyte's world

that lies under the world of the human.

The house that she carries somewhere

on her back-a totem

of excrement, a shipwreck

of clapboards and shutters, an ark

that boils on the froth of the gutters-

rises and falls on its drains,

while we watch for some presence

that troubled the waters. The darkness is heavy,

with a smell like a spade's wedge.

Our spittle is dry . . . We ride over the edges together

and I call through the darkness:

Here, Daffy! Here, Daffy!