(Saxifrage is a Flower that Splits Stone,WCW)

When I think of my teacher, a poet I envision Danse Russe -- how couldnt I? The flame white disc the naked dance a mind The anguish of a shadow government That follows on the heels of a healer Good to be got rid of and make it stat Annoying Americans or Indians Your railroad, penumbra and mirror --But why? Why even care about egg shapes? they arent even human theyre something else Though they have life or appear to be dead Upon a great yacht or at a ballgame --They enter the new world without a name lifting their form . chicory and daisies