Andromache draws the circle of chalk, Winding like Scamander, the rapists' seed- Scatter and disperses with movement. She erases, the Eumenides feasting. Consumption: Orestes. Hermione slings the camera's eye across A sloping shoulder, dust cold and white. Bladed shoulder. Slow and taut, the in-out-out-in of lines, The belly of Pyrrhus: an undulating code. An eyedropper and cut water-glass: artificial tears. We are bound, body to body. I am the butcher. I have the Gorgon's eye. --Jane Carr [return to main page] [go to next page] [Get your FREE subscription to Kruller] |