Eleven
I doe know what the girl do the man
for him to punish her so badly so.
I doe know if she was on the edge
with him between heaven and hell -
and she shoved him over, took his soul
and rinsed it in the brimstone fire.
I doe know if she was whispering with
Jesus and told him to send all his worst
plagues behind him: to kill his children
to strip him of all his life’s possessions.
She had to move the big entire universe -
and to have moved it against him -
for him to rape her; innocent her.
For him to see her there, just there,
and to take hold of her choice - her
whole life, really - and to strip her of that;
For him to touch her like that and for Helen
to weep so much, so so much, that Her strangest crevices
flooded; for people’s everything to just disappear so -
it must be is because he touch her - and if she did nothing to him first -
if she did not rally the hands of life itself against him and
pushed him to death - then is he that have the problem, not her.