Body

it’s two
lands
coming together, well,
one, one
underneath the other.
one slipping the
other
down, one blading
her sister
once well
and
in a hurry
to even lower depths.
the clouds
pressed out
like ancient paper
into a mummy
mass.
I am in it
and I
am watching from afar
like some
dark bird.
the horses have
quieted their
grazing
on her hills,
the layers of landscape
have devoured
the even
undulances.
where have I
copied
once
these birds in motion?
these houses
shaped like hands?
the shoulder
the rib, breast, elbow,
eye
that acquire the faint
gray happening of
night’s shades.