Hemlock Smith
and that is all
Hosts of kingdom come
rhythm of our days
paradise, like hair â undone
whispered âcome what mayâsâ
May then june then fall
and that is all
and that is allâ¦
Couples in the hay
deathbed as routine
children are a gift â a plague
we fear them like machines
May then june then fall
and that is all
and that is allâ¦
Field mice love the sun
Its convalescing gaze
What little we have done â is gone
Like whispers in a daze
May then june then fall
and that is all
and that is allâ¦
Weatherbirds of prey
silence during meals
bodies shall decay-and then
mother spring will heal
May then june then fall
then winter -
and that is allâ¦