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Compostition for a Woman |
Distinguished law, what I bring to you is close
to my cavities reason and beget of this I may
in shortest time sculpt nonregard, firm action.
I am short a damn given
to the lattice of your red gates, belonging of
you the metal by whom those who have tried
your south say rare begets a fracture.
Against these arrangements of word and earth
I will rail and railing through go, for I,
I am no longer a portion of Law; need not
raise one textile, leave bone where from stripe
and dye one crosses for leaf or reversed—
principle, bullshit say key, bullshit!
And what need is there for you when it is I
who goes into the streets proclaiming Country?
Law say key!
In this, say shortest time, you are discarded;
within the plaza, Titan, bedroom: you are discarded.
Bones are in a meadow set, dye is from
a leaf withdrawn. I bring in reason all:
the play of a woman in my city or yours
always stays the play of a woman. This
say key, this
is Law and only matter: a woman begets
my love; I love her well and more than Law.
copyright 2004
Pedro
Trevino-Ramirez |
