Coming of the August Grandchild

Not even the males and the men of the males make use of their pinched tongues to sing, not even the females and the women of the females, corollas stemmed to spray on end sing their ruddy stones The males and the men of the males feel the sea the ranch and the wheat, rice ears polyglottal weddings unseasonable lips one body to the next Indigenes displaced by indigenes displaced wherein the ranchlands, then the fields of wheat, burn to the crust The choice between taking the flowers-of-the-trees- to-blossom and the long-as-the-rocks always lands on the flowers-of-the-trees- to blossom— bouquet thrown hurriedly into the sun