Bruce Beasley

theme and invariants

So you see I’ve begun looking after you



looking for you



looking for you, who would not see
as relentlessly as I did
what we both meant
to end



So that you see just as long as you’re made
to listen
to this lyre’s
sedulous strain



Whose head severed in the river-current,
unlooked-at & still singing
all its way downstream to Lesbos



Not stopped looking after
you’d already begun to look twice
in every direction but ours



So I turned back too, back to
what we’d both been looking
away from, looking
for



looking after, in this
aftermath of whatever
we end up calling
what we ended



So you see
I’ve begun
relooking
so that you see

(pluck and pluck of the lyre)

So you see I’ve begun
again
(silt
under the eyelids,
silt on the singing tongue)

looking after you