| Tropical Malady |
|---|
| There is no uncomphrended |
| Down in front |
| Under this tomb’s inward arches |
| Beyond sunset and dawn |
| I am safe from living |
| And always falling |
| I claw at the empty air |
| I feel nothing of the embrace |
| I will never plummer |
| When there is always land to fail me |
| Long after that otherness has been |
| Exchanged up and over |
| Hoeizion’s ramparts |
| I crawl back to the recurring burial |
| Which parrots what I do, what I told |
