August 2004

When he had suckled there, he began   
to grow: first, he was an infant in her arms,   
but soon, drinking and drinking at the sweet   
milk she could not keep from filling her,   
from pouring into his ravenous mouth,   
and filling again, miraculous pitcher, mercy   
feeding...

Never mind thick night! Darkness move quick!
Madness engulf me like Jacob's coat;
colors tighten like sickness 'round me throat.
Wha it is do already can't tek back
but it still got me a wash me...