Falling out of attention.
Wiping gnarled fingers on a faded housedress.
Lying down in the puddle beside the broken jug.
Where was the slack, the loss
of early fierceness?
How did we come to be contained
Left to themselves people
grow their hair.
Left to themselves they
take off their shoes.
Left to themselves they make love
share blankets, dope & children
they are not lazy or afraid
they plant seeds, they smile, they
speak to one another. The word
coming into its own: touch of love;
on the brain, the ear.