A wound opens in the land
Welling Earth's heartblood;
The clouds part and the salted rain drifts down;
The Earth weeps with me.

My heart is torn out,
Lies pumping on a mountain of mud.
The sky is dark at noon, the sun is black
And all the birds have flown across the ocean.

My chest is a ragged hole,
A black pit swirling with bitter wind
That descends through my feet to the centre of the world,
Full of staring eyes and howling voices.

My world has dissolved around me;
The moon is green and leprous.
The fire at the heart of the world has gone out.
I am Alone.

(January 1991)

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