Songs of Anisha
All the way through your ruins, and not to lose
Any sleep over the dead, who surely
Will bury their own, don't worry.
“The Village”
by JT Welsch
how even now the boy the desert fox
the father even the wind draws even
round lone and levelling sands how
even now who will come if even if
now by coming we do harm the wind
even now destroying will preserve
what even is a dune except what
chases as he chases a village quietly
sinking a half sunk visage even now
where no one even lived but where
even now he chases off its lead like
a little scene what even is a scene
except what chases quietly singing
round a hollow half sung village
and even now the hollow wreck
a desert in hollow longing knows
almost sea even now how slowly
he looks back now dreaming tidy
oedipal structures now even driving
others out dreaming inescapable
sequels where even now he gestures
over lone and level sands he knows
how almost a village almost a boy who
even now his little fox his father now.
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