The Man with the Blue Guitar XI

Slowly the ivy on the stones

Becomes the stones. Women become

The cities, children become the fields

And men in waves become the sea.

It is the chord that falsifies.

The sea returns upon the men,

The fields entrap the children, brick

Is a weed and all the flies are caught.

Wingless and withered, but living alive.

The discord merely magnifies.

Deeper within the belly’s dark

Of time, time grows upon the rock.