I.
Today the air was clean like chemistry,
Like the bottom of a small swimming pool.
Today I cannot write of a dead boy.
But if I could he would be very young
II.
The most alarming facet of nature
Is perhaps the manner of reflection,
And repetition, of beautiful things:
Teeth all identical, sharp bayonets
Held ready to give a shark one more meal,
Bloodied flesh torn then turned back into blood.
We are now in ravenous months, the spring
From which life flows. This hunger, in its turn,
Will create a barren land where once lived flowers.
And every year when the snows melt, the spears
III.
Some were purple, some crimson, some yellow.
I held them with care after their demise.
Later, my love will bind them together
And they will wither on the windowsill.
New storms will seem angrier than the old,
But I will not fear their thunder and wrath.
I fell in love with her with the sea blackening.
A man lives until the day that he dies
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