-Robert Gibbs
In a room that creaks all night
I hear you breathe I watch you sleep
Through eyes they come the troubles
of your sleep They crackle across lids
and flick them up enough to let a glare
through They twitch at a nostril
and lift a snarl The storm doesn't
come too close It passes and slows
a pulse without pulse a deepsea motion
They pass too the troubles of your sleep
like a housecat's dreams of being a tiger
I see or think I se in a cold bedroom
curtains blowing and the old man Stalin
sleeping A boy a baby boy assumes
his dark creases and untroubles him
to a soft breathing
The master sleeps in the boat The wind
rises and squalls A boy's
in the crib hi smother watches
over Jesus or Josef? And do you
sleep here too unmarked
her first her Cain?