Douglas Barbour
floating head songs




                a

                                float
                oats
                        seed in

                time

                                        rime

                                      (the snows

                fall





the head floats
                        free

at last of
love
                        (the prison house of

                                                        beyond

sing            sing






the hills beyond                                the hills beyond
                                 &
                        rush    (rusts)
                        where the river run

        seen from this perspective
                & approached thus

        the stone head          left behind
        sings secrets





Or what the ploughman didnt notice
                                        that time

        a splash        legs high
                                        or
                        a head       hair
                                lost in waves

singing
the song would have drawn him off &
                                                away




long
        gone
                song

of every rock & rill
echoing from every hill

                loss
                tossed
                upon the waves





whirling
                ahead

        sings past
                        loss


the dark tunnel        her shining face        fading





        all those women tearing
                across gradually green slopes

                                meat
                                just
                                ice
                                I
                                chanted
                                for
                                th
                                                floating




a darkening blue

a cast of heavy rose


        the hills green shadow



                                ahead in the water
                                        last light glints


        spreading to
                        the sea





ahead
                        the sea


sate

                you are





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