Mother Falls

What are we going to do with this woman we love

What to do gravity hungers for her

and her hair

is a beautiful deaf bear tumbling

Poetry

Build blind build crane

Of unnamable fright

Build dumbly build blue

Into the blue in the head

Cranky art build moat

Build breath waters rise

Hence pitted tears hang

Build bones fluid frame

Buckle up wiry heart

Lay the stone again