I’ve awaken beside my world today
oceans swelled in her eyes
and I imagine two lovers
on a hill running through
hellish pleasure / pleasureful hell.
and then the egg cracked
as the hawk swooped
to eat the last remains
of the broekn hearts:
buzzards began to circle
above the resting lovers
unaware of death’s intent.
but then again, death’s
at no loss for occasions.
– Chris George
March 1982
