Her skin is composed of strange clothing and clouds of butterflies,
of events and odors, of the rose fingers of dawn, transparent suns of full
daylight, blue loves of dusk and night fish with huge eyes.
What is dust?
Does the child suffer? The child is suffering.
Is the child cruel? The child crushes the world at will, the child destroys
with angelic decorum, the child bleeds into his own drinking water
and smiles to see color a demon and delirium the child is born knowing
and screaming and there is pain in his fist when he enters and there is
pain as if the atoms which whirl mad in their completeness were tiny
childbirths and it is the cruelty of children which presses upon the
innocent earth and coal turns to diamond.