Let us begin, Lest


Whose scorching trees
Among snow
Shrivel us back to
The salt story


Gods love threes
The harrowing of a master thirst
Amaryllis
And I


Grant me cave
I will hang
Constellations
Seen by a wolf


Myself Amaryllis
I was entirely still
Your lip bruised
His palest gifts


Love berries
As if with blood
Feed goats
To the world


Amaryllis says
You are the game I
Can never win
Enough


Give Amaryllis
The Argo haircut
Prune the face
Whelm her under


Tamarisk and flint
Devour
This field
With our own eyes

Enough grotto
Vortex
Sterile barley
It’s time for two


To placate a calf
Yield all precedence
To its love of
Traps


Boy you
I ambush
Thus
Charm


For blush
A little soot
Easy he is
Already erased


Wanton boy
Speckled with wax
Be quiet
Bequeathed


Him I call
Amaryllis Amaryllis
I call
Home


Bitumen-cast
Ground covered
In his white flank for Amaryllis
And she sees


“What is his name”
Hylas
Fire to hold
You up to


Poison to be all
Cure forgetful to be
All song to be
All-throated god


Behind the hazel
I meet Amaryllis
All flock
Against


We used to murder
Straw women
Come on Amaryllis
We’re only halfway killed


“No” Bacchic cornflower
Sirocco-yoked hazel
Cried out
Too


Goat god man
I thrice mimic Pan
Grassfield charmfield
Brokensoldiered


Exit ilex
Amaryllis said no
That face will grieve
When I left me


Twine I
To that which it longs for
Bits of cold
Charge the ground


Bride your maidens men
Cast joy utterly
And when you do
You’ve fed them


So raise
Your fistful of thorn
Lovely the skin
And lovelier still the vestige


Dogs with
The blood of children
Can be heard
In the events to come