I.
it was nighttime,
and then it was day.
always
your eyes would lift
the morning up, like a
heavy winged thing,
like great birds
who move
the moon at night
through an oil slick
sky.

II.

it was you
i
worshipped,
because nothing else
had stirred in me
such a wild longing
for death.
i have an endless wood
inside my heart
and you were
a cigarette
sparked and falling
towards the soft
soft
earth.