Black earth

Black earth, black earth,
white strips.
Open hands, open hands
go on seeking
magic circles
with holes in, with holes.

Crosses guiding, crosses guiding,
broken hearts
—living life, living life
dead death—
nails they nail in you
the eye and lament, eye and lament.

Black earth, black earth
black sun.
White clay, white clay
of your name:
inflamed water
burnt ice, burnt ice.

And this constant pain
of feeling
always human.
Steps of time
steps of time, time of steps.