the bigness of cannon
is skilful,
bit i have seen
death’s clever enormous voice
which hides in a fragility
of poppies…
i say that sometimes
on these long talkative animals
are laid fists of huger silence
i have seen all the silence
filled with vivid noiseless boys
at Roupy
i have seen
between barrages,
the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.
