Song of a Reformed Headhunter

Complete first draft. Decided yesterday to take away the section headings. The Dream Child —so what will Baby/be tomorrow?—             Antonia Pozzi, “The Dreamed Life” Who speaks to me speaks to a stir— in air, a ripple of veil—perhaps— speaking caused the ripple, hard to tell. But body is sensed— joy—as possibility, everything small but perfect, toes, lips capable of taking ravishment—giving. They walk the woods as others make love, the man who will be sent away to Rome, the girl who will lean back on grass— trembling until the slight wind drops. These children take up so much space. They tug, they push. They stride ahead, expecting the world to give way. Even when they tumble, they cover ground. I watch behind the elm and step out— a shadow. Only when I open my throat— to call, to hiss— do I occupy a place, as when...

The Dream Child  —so what will Baby/be tomorrow?—      Antonia Pozzi, “The Dreamed Life” The Dream Child Who speaks to me speaks to a stir— in air, a ripple of veil—perhaps— speaking caused the ripple, hard to tell. But body is sensed— joy—as possibility, everything small but perfect, toes, lips capable of taking ravishment—giving. They walk the woods as others make love, the man who will be sent away to Rome, the girl who will lean back on grass— trembling until the slight wind drops. The Skylark These children take up so much space. They tug, they push. They stride ahead, expecting the world to give way. Even when they tumble, they cover ground. I watch behind the elm and step out— a shadow. Only when I open my throat— to call, to hiss— do I occupy a place, as when the sound of the sea takes up the room of a shell, or when sky is skylark. Sip In their rage, the dead break things—soup bowls,...

The Dream Child  —so what will Baby/be tomorrow?—      Antonia Pozzi, “The Dreamed Life” Who speaks to me speaks to a stir— in air, a ripple of veil—perhaps— speaking caused the ripple, hard to tell. But body is sensed— joy—as possibility, everything small but perfect, toes, lips capable of taking ravishment—giving. They walk the woods as others make love, the man who will be sent away to Rome, the girl who will lean back on grass— trembling until the slight wind drops.