Fellini in Purgatory

He was shoveling sand
at the edge of the water, his heavy black glasses
glittered with rain: 

"Don't you see how much like a woman I am?"
Shovel, shovel. 

His throat was wrapped in water,
and the water flowered with milt. 

Shoveler, are you eating the earth?
Earth eating you? 

Teach me
what I have to have
to live in this country. 

And he, as calm as calm, though he was dead:
"Oh,—milt,—and we're all of us milt."

Copyright Credit: Jean Valentine, "Fellini in Purgatory" from Door in the Mountain. Copyright © 2004 by Jean Valentine.  Reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press.
Source: Door in the Mountain (Wesleyan University Press, 2004)