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The circus is over
slipped from his grip
they carried her body
she flew to an end
beyond the tent
ten meters below
into a van
closing her circle
the cats will be shipped
within the circle
to a trace of jungle
defined by the tent
or piece of savannah
pitched one morning
I sip on whiskey
folded the next
slow as my gaze
sold for scrap
and focus my sights
for iron and brass
on Africa
then the wall first a pale light
then your nape the high cheekbone
a perfect fit part of you
on the wall one side dark
one side glowing part of you
deep in bloom one stone here
one stone gone you feel no loss
dew is breathing through your skin
the courtyard’s empty
a waning gibbous sole witness
to your flight and fall
Murmurs cries
cabbages and corpses of cod on ice
Rosie in line distinctly hearing
first the sea cuttlefish and squid
a current insisting what will it be?
fields of daisies swell in her throat
a bouquet of these she sputters
twenty stems bleeding in curled fingers
six flights of stairs to a key in a door
she enters the room like a breath
First the fissure, then the fall
one little cog has given up
a bit of iron in a pool of oil
the concrete floor is weeping
underneath: a breath of earth
you attune your ear to whispers
a spiral tugging at your sleeve,
a pulsar’s secret murmur
lying limp on every tongue
of every stranger in the street
it’s just a tale, a star’s demise
I’ll have cognac with café
a cube of sugar for the bitter,
another for the bite