Frank Thomas Smith



The lamp falls to the floor.

Darkness covers

the lovers' naked bodies.         



Standing in a mountain cemetery

the old horse looks up,




Fish in clear shallow water

gliding over

brightly colored pebbles.          



Excretion covers the tailgate

of a truck

bringing lambs to slaughter.          



The road is a line

drawn with charcoal

over the pool-table Pampa.



The cage door opens.

Two birds fly out together

into the blue sky.   



Ragtime playing slowly

tumbles into the room.

The countdown begins.



Eyes are averted

from a dead horse

decomposing at the roadside.



In nomine Patris et filii

et Spiritus Sancti,