Deliquium

Hidden among the pounding of animal hides All tamped into maps their shapes Explicit replicate butterfly wings lie the motives of Lír The king who paid improper attention to his children From that first fascination And its lascivious gaze Came the gorged desire for substance Among the skins Nets shadows and milk bottles Pried from the stomachs of metal fish Steam smoke and things that wont stay Speared dangled measured divined All dreamed through wallpaper Or dowsed from something they drowned in long ago Snowed in on either side The swans Lírs beloved children Begin their 800 year journey From lake to sea A thousand more JM