[from Tomaz Salamun's Four Questions of Melancholy: New and Selected Poems, 1996]
Photograph with a Quote from Yazoo:
Deep in Each Other’s Dream
Christ is my sex object, therefore I am
not an ethical problem. I lead him to the meadows.
Like a little shepherd, I force him to graze.
I root him out and clean his glands. Shall we
rinse ourselves under the tree? And when
we stretch out on the earth and watch the sky,
what moves? Will we have enough heat
for winter? Will we peel potatoes? Will
we make soldiers out of molten lead? Are we
going to the cows with our arms in their muzzles?
Will we bite the horsetail? Watch Mount Nanos.
We’ll hide in the moss, under sheets of glass.
When you took the picture of the tree, did you
take care of the explosion? What do you mean exactly?
The white milk traveling through the veins
into eternity, glazing the dark? I am a little stone
falling into your flesh. I made you twitch
and tied you up. We crucified you.
Four Questions of Melancholy: New & Selected Poems (Terra Incognita Series)