my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies , below is the fourth of ten poems.
The decree so weak,
the care so false,
that glazed windows battered by sand, clatter and shade….
The dark dancing is set to fool and huddled children shake against peeling skin.
Glitter is medicine sold by winking monkeys.
The silver oil is for dreamers sinking in blossoms, eaten by ants
and bathing in fountains flanked by old wizards.
Just keep spinning and avoid the funeral tune, wedging planks to hold your heavy lids against the fluttering.
We exist here in dirty, self-imposed contradiction
over prickling grass