We undo and I say we undo and still turn off away and forth,
turn you away as turned to the last-land and waters from it,
waters their swelling forth in steed-ways, turn you toward
them whom you name and named and their cold feet rent,
and the dirt, the dirt sing lo sing to which they weep, still
search you, lo they have left and come past for so you say and I
recite, the glass and on their backs low arcs and burdens
which you give, you give and look for something there
between necessities, here for a white swan flies
from dirt, with talons from the dirt, and looking look
you mar these all, mar, you mar.
Y.Z.Kami, Man with Blue Eyes, 2022