the figures of my speech are patterns
rather than the local people you know in the common

they have angles trajected more determinedly
than the neighbor who forgets and walks away

my figures are less the   mafiosi of the village meaning —
more the ancestors they imagine behind them

wanting blood thirsty
to live.               my figures really are just a line.

the figures of my speech are just lines drawn 
between     across the faces     of walls facing off

each other    all they have 
all the calculated tricks and disguises

spoken of things that go up to come down
erasure and begin again       the further picture.