Nonkilling 6 - Hunger

Letra

Winter raging
The color gone,
hands were blue and cold

A recitation -
I slowly read you Tomb for Anatole:

He was eight years old.
A dead child is no
occasion for a song -
Where did I go wrong?

When they say face facts,
disobey that:
there's singing still left to be done.

They still can't name that
fragrant
wind rolling off a corpse.

Until the day that you play back
the tape that you made -
record your mother saying every word,

pronounce the gray that
the rains had brought over the sun,
like a veil to suffocate the earth.

(But hunger is first.)

And I could feel in my body time rushing in,
the way nothing must have felt when something started to begin.
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong:
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum.

I remember snow ...
Saw it fall ...
Watched a child learn
The word
'nightfall'
And sleep
because it's sad,
or not sleep at all-
I learned the word
'forever'
from Demerol-
I let my body go: I feed the thaw.
Like jumping off a cliff, but never falling.

A dust finer than smoke,
a memory in my throat,
A flame that pulses cold,
A faraway echo ...

And I could feel in my body time rushing in,
the way nothing must have felt when something started to begin.
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong:
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum.

I remember snow ...
Saw it fall ...
Watched a child learn
The word
'nightfall'
And sleep
because it's sad,
or not sleep at all-
I learned the word
'forever'
from Demerol-
I let my body go: I feed the thaw.

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