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Sport 19: Lightworks

setting the tree on fire

page 51

setting the tree on fire

a small matter to bring
such huge appliances
screaming in a profusion
of red and black and silver

a matter of plucking the
flame-red apricots of the
future from a sky suddenly
black with smoke and
filled with red sparks

Willy was a bastard
he gave vicious horsebites
he gave Chinese burns
he moved from his hips

but he lost it when he slipped
on the asphalt grazed his knee
and burst into tears
fifteen years
and his running snot was
as white as humiliation

as white as the cocksfoot
grass that covered the hill
so he tried to get it back
with Capstan Cigarettes
and Beehive Safety Matches

whitewood with brown
heads the yellow apricot
blossom dreaming above
and he lay back in the dry
white grass of the orchard