The House on Unishcoto (and two other poems)
1) The House on Unishcoto
Weep for the one so strong to die Whom war has taken at last!
Moron or his wife that sings no more And the ruins on Unishcoto.
This was he who had a flaming heart And heroic breath, Whose weapons are laid, and hung In the House of Unishcoto.
It was he who grew mighty in war, But her war was otherwise:
Thus, weep for one so strong in war Whose war is now, of the night!
#1451 9-7-2006: note, Unishcoto is a ruin on to of one of the mountains in the Mantaro Valley of Peru.
2)Stone Oven
Behind the stone oven—she sat One bronze woman, half-grieving Her face shinning with heat And rolling dark eyes; by her Feet one dog and four puppies, Scratching and bumping— As they ate—their meal… Fire reflected: flashes of teeth; Curiosity had vanished—.
#1453 (9-8-2006)
3) Stone Window
Outside her stone window In the sky no stars showed; The earth was a deflated swell; The sky was sagging its dark shape; The trees beyond, like chilled ghosts; And the moon shown a cold Corpse-like light, thus, a gray Chill seeped through and upon the stones.
Trickling like water all around her, Halting at her breasts, her unimpeded Bones: her breath, flesh was without Sensation. “How long must I grieve?” She pleaded in her gray like silence. Then the gray above her head Began to dissolve.
#1454 (9-8-2006)
Weep for the one so strong to die Whom war has taken at last!
Moron or his wife that sings no more And the ruins on Unishcoto.
This was he who had a flaming heart And heroic breath, Whose weapons are laid, and hung In the House of Unishcoto.
It was he who grew mighty in war, But her war was otherwise:
Thus, weep for one so strong in war Whose war is now, of the night!
#1451 9-7-2006: note, Unishcoto is a ruin on to of one of the mountains in the Mantaro Valley of Peru.
2)Stone Oven
Behind the stone oven—she sat One bronze woman, half-grieving Her face shinning with heat And rolling dark eyes; by her Feet one dog and four puppies, Scratching and bumping— As they ate—their meal… Fire reflected: flashes of teeth; Curiosity had vanished—.
#1453 (9-8-2006)
3) Stone Window
Outside her stone window In the sky no stars showed; The earth was a deflated swell; The sky was sagging its dark shape; The trees beyond, like chilled ghosts; And the moon shown a cold Corpse-like light, thus, a gray Chill seeped through and upon the stones.
Trickling like water all around her, Halting at her breasts, her unimpeded Bones: her breath, flesh was without Sensation. “How long must I grieve?” She pleaded in her gray like silence. Then the gray above her head Began to dissolve.
#1454 (9-8-2006)
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