To look at them, you might not think the two men, having spoken briefly 
                and now moving away from each other, as different goals 
                require, have much history, if any, 

There are certain words—ecstasy, abandon,
surrender—we can wait all our lives,
sometimes,

Places take you by surprise
you walk past them

skirt torn
high
from fighting

on Spanish Rice. Like strange-eyed minks we took
the town, with bright, unearthly stares and offering
nothing. We were eager for suspicion. Ginger even

Anyone can see I am walking in a circle.

My nerves are trained Millions of years have gone by And I am not afraid of anything

And the stitches on his head told us He suffered sitting still

Words were pure forms And were not secure 

It was something we never knew about the dead,
Once they start dancing they never stop.