in a Transylvanian mud-bath
by Gabriel RosenstockOriginal Language Irish & English
Dar Óma
in a Transylvanian mud-bath
I cover myself in black
oily ooze
Ganesh smiles
mud cakes in the sun
an elephant grey
I lift You with my tusks
like a log far into the forest
all my past
spread out
laid bare
I trample on it
what else to do
carefully I let You down
You stand
where no one has stood before
the ivory silence
as You recline
-- from Uttering Her Name, by Gabriel Rosenstock |
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