(from Anne Carson's The Life of Towns)
TOWN OF THE SOUND OF A TWIG BREAKING
Their faces I thought were knives.
The way they pointed them at me.
And waited.
A hunter is someone who listens.
So hard to his prey it pulls the weapon.
Out of his hand and impales.
Itself.
TOWN OF THE SOUND OF A TWIG BREAKING
Their faces I thought were knives.
The way they pointed them at me.
And waited.
A hunter is someone who listens.
So hard to his prey it pulls the weapon.
Out of his hand and impales.
Itself.
you go sleep now? nitenite
[Edited on Jan 04, 2006 11:11PM]