Groans of Earth  

Love fixes the poet to 
Earths swallowed groans; 

yellow radiant discs fly from the horizon 
to join the storms of Andromoche.

Stories, sad people, will need to be 
told and recorded so that the 
generations that follow will 
marvel at the limitations of their 
ancestors; they will say they 
were laden down with the burden 
of so much movement. 

They will discuss the further 
erosion of the continents, 

laugh at the foreignness of some 
of our phrases.