I gaze at the too beautiful body of you laid down ... Resting, you are not shrunk as Baii Haad, who had a Boulder gouged to fit his body ... The blood that, on That day, flung wildly and every which way, besmirching Your cheek ... Flying flesh, yours, crashed against Flesh flying ... A sigh ... You fluttered ... Ah, you Sighed.... Now, ah, now, you are nourishment for Khiwee who crawls, Thinks nothing of boring ... Ah, behind plate glass, the Too beautiful body of you tells me that I loved you, Corpse under the ground ... You are divided by a wound That once bled profusely ... I am glad that it does not Now bleed to twist your too beautiful body and face.... Listen, I'm talking to you, Ru ... Shall I keep vigil In this room bathed in cold, knowing nothing but the Varying green, and you who rendered soft child, you who Never knew, never will know, soft child died? ... An Athlete's legs are mine, hard, strong ... I'll gather Hyacinths this afternoon ... Look, I am out in the air, Flecked by the shade of your imported marble tomb ... I, Unworthy, did not touch the too beautiful body of you Laid down, so rest ... rest.... |