August 7/ 3:15/lc

          Stopping you see RED passing over
her silent placid face: a lily in her right hand:
the Paschal flower:
the passus:
          STEPPING OVER this threshold: the left hand indicates an
exposed heart, ringed with thorns and roses,
a heart in flames
          HALTING: certainly STOPPING
          IN ORDER TO GO ON

Listen you --            
          What was going on in the 18th century that Herschel was able to see
beyond RED? As you are grave-stepping with Death, and the smell of the blood and the rot makes you attractive to crows; nests you in your father's death
                    where broken faith was never found

          Oh god, oh god you are tired.

The house spins.
Out front are the wolves.
But not yet Dogs:
There are no fearsome Dogs.
The Dogs have yet to come.    

          Do something sensible. Perhaps breakfast, a bath—

First you must wash the images of the gods from the gods:
He was a father
She was a woman
Making the wealth of dead evident
          Say: This is enough.
          Say: For god sakes, the entire city is a threshold!

A dark female has arrived and stands
just outside you.
Dress buttoned wrong and shoes leaking blood

          A dark female taking up the blood
          carrying the blood all the way
          back into the terrible hollow            
          Where
                    You are singing My love and  I
see you there
Red
Radiant in the black glass:

Listen --
          You don't care what anyone tells you. You don't die with the name of
god on your lips.

Hush. Go to sleep. It's late. The candles from Cincinnati have all  burned down.