COVER THIS CLEAN
(Dedicated to e. e. cummings)
By David Hunter Sutherland
Cover this clean,
take the linen, the sidearm
the hazing milk chest of
grandmothers' jewels, and
lower me quickly !
waste not apprehension,
set the chore to task.
The earthy smell fell
light over our dark opposite-rains over such sweet colors as love;
the minstrel pastel,
bardavon greys,
marsupial brown.
pruned from fruition mind like kind has fed kind,
flesh fed flesh.
Confess ! the beggar hasn't heart and
too cold
is mine.