AN ARRANGEMENT FOR AN INQUIRING
OBOE OF PHILOSOPHIC BENT
"Sing
now
the facile song of death"
—Salome lies
remotely dead
under the weight
of livid-shadowed spears
—Salome lies
remotely dead
and the thin rind
of her smile
hallows nothing
innate
among the looming rocks
her smile belied
among the looming rocks
shadows among shadows
compose themselves
in staggering procession
—let the livid shadows
of spears moulder her smile
with suave denials
—let the shadow of spears
pin her body to earth
let the shadows of rocks
and of spears
crush her to earth
