1. Below
2. The Forest
3. The Memory Game
4. Dirt
5. The Rope
6. The Complete Death
7. Day
8. Toys
9. Bully
10. Two Hands
11. Wait
12. The Stone
13. Leaving
14. A Mouse
15. Green Tea
16. Pigeon Chest
17. Translation of a poem by Masaoka Shiki
18. Monkey
19 + 20. One Handed + River
20 - 26. Bowerbird, Dead Bell, Reliquary, Wooden Man, Cliff, Bawcock
27 - 28. Subtractions, Flowers
Rain
A thunderclap, its opaque boom.
And then the first few drops of rain.
They rattled on the cage around my room,
And in their rising noise, they made it bloom,
That flower of being alive, no claim
On anything but this black drop of time.
And as it played the window's drum,
The churning river washed the grease and slime
Of memory that clogged my mind,
That trammelled up the flow of now. That thrum
Of water falling down
Was all there was to hear. In the whole town --
I strained to hear beyond the roar -- it was all sound:
No couples shouting in the street,
Or engines wailing overhead.
No globs of spit, or scraps of incomplete
And random screams that chase a flock of feet.
Instead, the silence of the dead,
If silence is a noise so lucid, clear
And uniform it shows the flood
Of plasma coursing through your ear,
And in its constancy, cleans fear
As you forget your sprinting heart, and would
Be happy now to sink
Into the gathered rain, the pooling ink
That could expunge the din of blood in one cold drink.