Giiving the Lie

GIVING THE LIE No one is ever finally, anything Not the genus, nor the father Even if the songs they sell do not ring Out anymore with the heart of their maker - No one is finally silent, like a dumb waiter, No one at last imperilled into prayer; There is always a moment when now becomes later, Thoughts sliding down the railing like a golden hair There is no actual promise in the nude barracks (Which existed only to seal an impossible nightmare), Something to mark the dread of the lost warlocks Gone like the flame of non-existence with a blast of air. No one is finally a liar, in the deepest calumny Is buried a truth that only wished to be. FROM IN MEMORY OF HER, 2004, 2008