Love, I Loved You


Then a parade marched over

the frontier of my heart


Stamped down the prairie grass

with mercurial feet—


Lust used me up

like a mosquito coil

then one

by one lovers

swarmed for the feast


In the mud field   a storm had swept

Toppled signposts   bent the straight

spines of corn


This was a country twisted

in its black twine of rivers

A map with its one road torn out