by the child's desire to leave the womb.

But in the photograph an unborn horse's

neck strains inward w/legs scooped out.

From this everything follows:

Swallow milk at the breast

until there's no milk.

Squeeze wealth at the rim

until tile pools claim it.

He swallows seed, his pride

until w/pale mouth legs

she sucks the root, dreading

world to devour child.

Doesn't the ground swallow me

when I die, or the sea

if I die at sea?

The City: Hive, Web, or severed

insect mound. All citizens heirs

of the same royal parent.

The caged beast, the holy center,

a garden in the midst of the city.

"See Naples die".

Jump ship. Rats, sailors

death.

So many wild pigeons.

Animals ripe w/new diseases.

"There is only one disease

and I am its catalyst",

cried doomed pride of the carrier.

Fighting, dancing, gambling,

bars, cinemas thrive

in the avid summer.

Savage destiny

Naked girl, seen from behind,

on a natural road

Friends

explore the labyrinth

— Movie

young woman left on the desert

A city gone mad w/fever

Sisters of the unicorn, dance

Sisters brothers of Pyramid

Dance

Mangled hands

Tales of the Old Days

Discovery of the Sacred Pool

changes

Mute-handed stillness baby cry

The wild dog

The sacred beast

Find her!

He goes to see the girl

of the ghetto.

Dark savage streets.

A hut, lighted by candle.

She is magician

Female prophet

Sorceress

Dressed in the past

All arrayed.

The stars

The moon

She reads the future

in your hand.

The walls are garish red

The stairs

High discordant screaming

She has the tokens.

"You too"

"Don't go"

He flees.

Music renews.

The mating-pit.

"Salvation"

Tempted to leap in circle.

Negroes riot.

A file of young people

going thru a small woods.

They are filming something

in the street, in front of

our house.

Walking to the riot

Spreads to the houses

the lawns

suddenly alive now

w/people

running

I don't dig what they did

to that girl

Mercy pack

Wild song they sing

As they chop her hands

Nailed to a ghost

Tree

I saw a lynching

Met the strange men

of the southern swamp

Cypress was their talk

Fish-call bird-song

Roots signs

out of all knowing

They chanced to be there

Guides, to the white

gods.

An armed camp.

Army army

burning itself in

feasts.

Jackal, we sniff after the survivors of caravans.

We reap bloody crops on war fields.

No meat of any corpse deprives our lean bellies.

Hunger drives us on scented winds.

Stranger, traveler,

peer into our eyes translate

the horrible barking of ancient dogs.