A hole is filled with green aqua.
It has everyone’s shadows in it .
Many men had made this hole
On quickly running dynamite.
Now stray dogs have stomachs
Exploding with barks in nights.
Now is watchman born in tent,
His morning shadows chasing
Everyone’s shadows gathered
In the green aqua of hell holes.
A woman baths in emptiness,
In a shadow of a rusting truck.
We lean dizzily into hell-hole,
Green with old brain and frogs.
The hole was so full of shadow
We wouldn’t know from night.