He is not the killer he used to be
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Pb– Shelley said 'the sunlight claps the earth & the moonbeams kiss the sea what are all these kissings worth if thou kiss not me' she describes what she sees a crow on a wire on a cloud on the sky through the glass through the lace through the mirror by the bed her foot is dead blown up black as a doomsday balloon & propped on a cushion or two soon she will heal & she will get up go forth like a bible a trespass a tree he is not the killer he used to be {drainpipes-tankards-bullets-fuel} but her every lover her filler of dreams her kisser of broken& bruised she watches him through the pills o puffer of pillows! o swimmer of air! o bringer of cups of tea! she misses him when he leaves whispers to foot that when she re-covers she will love him for ever & ever but now he is heading back down the stairs & she stares at his absence & then at foot & murmurs look! a crow on a wire on a cloud on the sky through the glass through the lace through the mirror by the bed the sunlight claps her head
describe what you see a room a life moonbeams kissing the face of your barely-there wife we are soft & grey in our natural state & date from Roman times we illuminate all the glass of Chartres & are battered & beaten into shape as easily as a dog how we hammer & hammer against one another until the seam is hid by our dream & this dream is unto perfection arise-arise-arise-arise you hold my hand & yes I get up & walk there is no greater thing we spend our days in double magic isotopes mouthing the words "miracle" "miracle" try to describe what we see above the sad trees a ban on marriage by the European Union a deadly divorce from all solder a fear of a future that kills us both sometimes but still this