Moving Galleries

in death
she will leave the shape
of a cat

I’m listening to Hurt, which Johnny Cash
now sings: the needle’s in his voice, a ghost
lends him its wings, and even with the clash ...

We have velvet theories
about boys becoming men,
the mysteries of plumbing ... 

Outside the Library,
the pigeons do to Redmond Barry
what Ned Kelly never could.

The wind rhymes with the sound of their pants

brushing against their legs. The music must shift

to a higher register, whenever the diesel trains roar. ...