Parading

“‘If only it were possible to tell the truth,’

All the junk that goes with being human

Orpheus hesitated beside the black river.

I push my big grey wet snout through the green,

And now it’s my

And then you see.

this time catch hold of it: flashing,

It is all right. All they do

and the voice of man was never dear to me,

is the covenant of night, crawling in my body