Poems Will Break Your Mind

Not your heart. Your heart is fine
Or not, without reference
To what word-thoughts get up to,

However horrifying.
We’re more desperate than hearts
Or even than emotions,

Although we hunger for both.
A cloud of locusts descends
On the functions of the beast

Whose green fields invite thinking.
Don’t read us. Run if you can,
Before we chew over things,

Before your quiet pastures
Dissolve in a cloud of wings.
You never experienced

Like this, these bits and pieces,
These corpses and this stubble,
All words will leave of your peace.