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 The sound-seed fell from high
 like a sharp effigy   in the frozen air
 a figurehead forced   through the narrows
 of cliff-clay   and it tolls for thee, Henry

  
 (copperhead stretched out for   seven
 years of seven years from   charlie horse
 to roundhead) and   Cuánto catorce
 ha habido en la existenca!  When

  
 you enter into eternity   without a garment
 in my beginning is   a Lincoln sheep
 my end   the long Canadian geese-chase
 from a faux point   to   the true target:

  
 as a man with an enormous bleak millstone
 wrapped like Ouroboros around his neck
 is cast into the sea   (do you ken
 yet, Charlie Brown?)   for offending

  
 the little green one   Qué deber,
 qué cortar y qué taju   de memoria
 a memoria   en la pestana!
 Your endless shield like a rabid

  
 Caesar   that rings like brass
 without harmony   when you enter
 into eternity   it tolls for thee   so turn
 again and turn   Charlie   from Barabbas

  
 toward   the other Caesar   (Atahuallpa
 on the scaffold   like curled-up   Orpheus,
 your father)   to the green cap   furling
 hidden from roundheads in   the palace

  
 of an oak curling   from Charles to Charles
 and from brown to delta clay   a sound
 seed   planted   on a pinpoint spearhead
 green   for growing   scroll   to   scroll

       
                                   2.14.2000