But this was the setting for one of our murderous scenes.
This hurt, and goes on hurting:
The venomous soft jelly, the undersides.
We could stand the world if it were hard all over.
-Donald Davie
Only a fool would stare straight into the sun
Some Neanderthal or dimwit
Dazed into submission
You would think the sun,
The back-blasted icon of the universe, would be
Amicable at the very least
A beacon that was not to be fled from
That creator of life and light
Could not kill
But everything that breaths light
Burns in their own way.
