To Be That And To Be Not To Be Known To Be That

TO BE THAT AND TO BE NOT TO BE

KNOWN TO BE THAT

We laughed clear lake-water.

The mysterious depths were science-fiction.

His Hands and My Shiny Wings

The Holy Calf tried to hunt.

He knows one world and not this one.

II.

If He Had Chased Me

I would have run with him.

That's a basic.

III.

I Do Not See Him, Only His Absence.

IV.

He Casteth Forth His Ice Like Morsels

running on his hind legs

white belly shining

stupid-faced.

The pear-blue sky he munches empty--yum.

The pearl-bellied sky of winter sun.

This makes the scene like Death is coming.

This makes the scene like Death is out.

A god with a hole in its mouth.

Air from hell.

And the Hour Was Perverted with Only His Tongue--

flowers across the wall.

Sand folds away behind me as I try to talk.

VI.

No Prize Out--No First, No Second, Place

We were nowhere in sight of each other

but at the end each said

"I saw you falling back first, how did you get up here?"

I bent over to put hooks in the sky.

We were naked in sight of each other.

It was a rough windy night out in the eyes of God.

Speaking for God, I was enveloped by the dark swirling

eyes of God.

Everywhere my thoughts are penetrated by your form

and face.

Marsha Campbell