"Orpheus Writing"
IVY WITHOUT ROOTS,
resinously dormant & slicked from a sheath,
stains the blanched panes of our blood
now our earth has no moon!
O Maenad Noon,
now that you are a year older,
the barley harvest's letter-authentic
ooh ooh Maenad noo-oohn,
ooh ooh Maenad noo-oohn
you deserve a break today
so get up and break away
now you see me now you don't
look for me where the paper boats float
in this flight from lions,
the detour is subterranean
and we meet Eurydice coming up
alone to be devoured
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The Manaed Inquiry, by ruth catlow
writing by jeff harrison
http://www.furtherfield.org/rcatlow/orpheus/
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