CONTROL (Tuinal): 1978
The drugged woman
still staggers through
the fields. Pre-industrial,
the villages, the farms,
are built on absences
always sentimentalized.
Our modern isolation.
Pornographic. The disfigured
and the beautiful
photographs of you, your
yearnings, advertized:
field-bound fortresses,
bunkered urges, can
still attract us. Spirits
of corn, banked fog,
along the motorway.
Urban encampments,
a nitrate invasion,
will have you become
scenery. Illegitimate
child of barbiturates -
your transmutation
has begun. A golden harvest
is becoming stone. Each
town will confine us.
