SCIPIONE
The following is a short selection from the piece originally published on pages 5-15 of Issue 25.3.
POEMS AND DRAWINGS
by
Scipione
The Day Has Drifted into the Distance The day has drifted into the distance and I feel like a man of towering height no shadows fall around my body I see the mountains—I hear the river the colours fade away the tree roots rummage through the earth. in the opaque world desire puts on its body the toads scrape against the bark of the great trunks the earth has many hide-outs the beetles hum across the air. If only a female would sing the smells smack the nostrils, the hands reach out to touch the things of this world: the stone is cold—the flesh is warm and trawls its breath around mingling the earth and the sky. God place your arm above my head and let me see tomorrow’s day. Solstice Spreading his hands on the earth, he seemed like a beast The earth has many hide-outs, the beetles hum across the air. The head is aflame at the roots of the hair the shoulders unfold—the viscera are moved to tears— no voices can be heard. the earth gets up—the womb rings hollow— the breasts spill—down to the ground: —the gnarled toes—the knees—the fingers of the hands touch the earth. the sun is halted along the bowels—a wind, full of pollen, comes racing.
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