Sunset tables
with the threat of morning
glinting on the corners
four or five heads in a pail,
on pillows, nostrils and eyelids
shown vacant in sleep,
descending the forest,
following torn angles
the bedpost sticking out of
the bucket.

Ruts in a glow of wet floor,
peach glasses and some form
of glass-stuck parsley,
a cinnamon on the cushions,
the papier-mache of the window sill
crumpled by a fat nude
body, a form exhausted
and smoking.

Crosses nailed onto one another
a bulb of mute mouths
screaming invisible halo.