[i hear...]

 
 
 
 
    i hear people calling my unpronounceable name
    nobody does
    but all the same
    i hear unnamed people calling my name

    let me talk some nonsense for a while
    i have tried to roll it in my head
    longing for the owner of a shadow
    now stop   the gravel gets darker

    black nights witness that i accept black nights
    the crow circles straight and silent

 
 
wh,
1989, jul-nov