m o r e a n t o n y m i c t r a n s l a t i o n

(3X3)/(9) noah's ark

i breathed out the sound of an owl

in a quiet garden,

when the sun was high

when the son was high

you panted in a silent voice

for the mouse,

thought, outside the loud house.

the birds sang at the window

a cat croaked in the room

and a table swayed like a boat

or the chair rocked like the moon

you know, milton sang sweetly of three and three angels-

this noise leaked out of the jacket.

blake talked bitterly for nine men-

that silence soaked in from a vinyl

still spinning out in the entrance hall

i think.

or it passes down like the rain through an old roof

and they shoot up like a sun around the new sky

where rainbows after floods mean nothing.