<T TEXT>
<B COLOSSUS>
<W THE MANOR GARDEN>
<G 4>
<P 9>
<S 1>
#THE FOUNTAINS ARE DRY AND THE ROSES OVER.
#INCENSE OF DEATH. %YOUR DAY APPROACHES.
#THE PEARS FATTEN LIKE LITTLE BUDDHAS.
#A BLUE MIST IS DRAGGING THE LAKE.
<S 2>
#YOU MOVE THROUGH THE ERA OF FISHES,
#THE SMUG CENTURIES OF THE PIG=
#HEAD, TOE AND FINGER
#COME CLEAR OF THE SHADOW. %HISTORY
<S 3>
#NOURISHES THESE BROKEN FLUTINGS,
#THESE CROWNS OF ACANTHUS,
#AND THE CROW SETTLES HER GARMENTS.
#YOU INHERIT WHITE HEATHER, A BEE'S WING,
<S 4>
#TWO SUICIDES, THE FAMILY WOLVES,
#HOURS OF BLACKNESS. %SOME HARD STARS
#ALREADY YELLOW THE HEAVENS.
#THE SPIDER ON ITS OWN STRING
<S 5>
#CROSSES THE LAKE. %THE WORMS
#QUIT THEIR USUAL HABITATIONS.
#THE SMALL BIRDS CONVERGE, CONVERGE
#WITH THEIR GIFTS TO A DIFFICULT BORNING.
<W TWO VIEWS OF A CADAVER ROOM>
<G 3>
<P 10>
1
<S 1>
#THE DAY SHE VISITED THE DISSECTING ROOM
#THEY HAD FOUR MEN LAID OUT, BLACK AS BURNT TURKEY,
#ALREADY HALF UNSTRUNG. %A VINEGARY FUME
#OF THE DEATH VATS CLUNG TO THEM; . . .
