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