HOW KEEP DARK AND PATTERN OFF

How keep dark


and pattern that any man suffers


off—at the wall, at where the hat


comes out of the marrow & yawns—


how keep head up the scream


& up the burial where the pattern is born—


how the leagues washing their hearts


& wrung dry only to sponge back up—men


smooching mirrors—blades honing—


tongue & eyelash of Sweet Thing


staggering the shape by the door in the baggy shadow—


how keep dark back?


Or should one bullet-forth, sleek-clothed or naked—pierce


each entity—each clock—sharpened by art


or wine—how


enter the needle, the cloth—


how take the pattern any man suffers


and lose nothing when you


rip it off.

Stan Rice, Some Lamb 1975

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