Transelating "The Waste Land"
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Emma Tome
Unfurled, claws destructing, months fleeting
and crawling back the dead bands, flinching.
The mentioned were executed, shearing.
It dulled our filth, willing new lies.
The rhymes and waxen fodder, crossed alms shoving,
hearts sinking the rotten rings in wells, fleeting.
Cinches at - muted rousing softer now.
The best thing rang like weeds that flew, sans fodder, sans illumination,
degrading flacid stalks, wayward
we fought, shuddered, offered each other —
When endings submerged, grounded and black-lit,
the rank sheets rotted out, crowded wholes
retaining, flocking in back-dated gritty
ramblings, our languages and habits.
An era ends, straying, poaches, flukes.
My toes cold. It shook the credibility back into this race.
It's dyed. Fusty ravine,
losing, we slip; bowers don't lend their support anymore.
Mounted rains, the air exhales, transportation lifted,
we are couched in bark and against the grain.
Idols underpin the flinging drab, crying
onto punctured castings, soft. Naturalized, turning,
slating candles for destruction. Burnt, forced
foliage. sins too cruel here, undid broken mirrors.
a brother sinking, mother hips. Another lessened pounding
another lesson directed rumbling, christened with grace. On feet
weary and riding the swallowed mountaintops, where
shadows sink into daylight, creating ephemery,
racking expired algae, compacted and pressurized, fearing puncture –
burnt, grabbing for last pieces of horizon
(run and run and into the sky we turn.)
Irises methylated creatures
the lost parts failing to conceal, revealed
congealed frozen ears, ringing –
Rust forms sequined faces and filth flung against the air
sighing, the winding
does subsist, too
my eyes resist melting,
whitened, lost
(I fought and fought and fought and fought)
wetted, slackened backbones racked and hardened,
I knew we had reddened,
rust locked our parts in place,
hips undistinguished fixtures.
Hollow cyclic loam, banished roots lay there,
senile, nude, obsessed.
In the ground, behind eyes under gearing sloped
without ostentation. Racked for attention,
hissing hard, hubristic phallic ramblings –
bees held obscured. Their flighty, taut,
hairs; rubella, sun flocked nigh,
maladies replaced in kind.
Mothers enraptured, seeing them
stitching pi together, carried in flanks.
Ogres emboldend, everything collapsing, coalesced on
the opposites. Knotted, wringing hands
born breech, crying, from her.
Singing closed, off population, sulking sounds
tan eschewed, clucking green equilibrium.
All carried, singing, doled sloping hymns:
behoove us of your graces.
Reeling, stinking, metropolis,
a deep buried stutter under summer haze.
Wrens low, fluttered strong; and with a gloved hand, led thunder
to where it filled them with its sleek crux, with leather –
Cried the unbending locusts, derailed and berating,
(their meadow joins the fallow pounding, empty handed, hollow)
It grew from chaff and from a stinging beat,
forward to bygones and heathen aura crimes,
shivering slightly as the bees cowered, hearing smells, stinging
berries grew, too, crossing in the creek to cry "the Sun!"
"we rot together in cross-bred toil"
"flowers dissected,
"still, red, betraying (what?) - the earth's err -
Or that we all readily, stricken, recall
that the air grows golden, covered - yet we reap all that's gray
(drums swooning now, sinking roil.)
"we refuse the buds, crowding the beats", a may phone rattled.
Her hair, wrapped and thin, refurbished tones
low and garbled, shared the last
smells, strand taught, loosed divine
and with stitched emboldened stupor creeping, floats.
(brother bit my thighs, I felt the sting)
Troubled games in heaven, branching far above us
resurrecting brightened hooves and gables.
Flittering fools rose to meet it,
abating grace, sore ad infinitum,
styled in ivory towers, smoking past
corked doors; shirked there, ranging prophetic tunes
glued, showered and putrid, bubbled convoluted,
wandering rounding, pent glowering, fir – Fur
that brushed the window, then descending,
infatuated, with song in bundled pages,
sung and broken into mock arias,
whirring, patterning each coffin peeling.
Hug eschewed and a copper
barge lean and floral, aimed at sautered bone,
in which crowded flights starved off and on,
a dove oblique cantered underpaid
as throes winded upper sly and senile -
The range of a filly by an arduous way,
so crudely torched; yet brightening,
sealing distant irreconcilable choice,
and stirred beside, and the word pulses -
juggling thirty ears.
Dithers withered clumps of rhyme,
were bored up onto walls, starting flames,
gleaned, shouting feeding busting each groom disposed.
Crooked thefts ruffled my hair,
sundries feeling light, rushed up stairs -
Read, starting fiery points,
rowing inwards, then toward a ravaged till.
I cannot divide these counterposes
that rock back and forth, fiddling eyes. That crime then,
rotten rippled ilk farming, sulking to these dusty tomes,
a crumbling diatomic whisper fetters –
Slabs of buzzed premature sweating, reddening,
working each bone into dust, he hears the dios dios dios calling hotter
and rounding to these pursed lips, recounting,
All golden and framed under black light, talking and gliding raffled lines
shouldering loads repulsing, paling at the sight of these grown faces, numb from
months of squalor, the pickled black brown smell that lingers, and stings our
ears, reeking the selfsame reddened pancreas, stinging that makes our breaths short
stifled and quiet, touching the choleric moods nested inside, returning to endings.
And thousands of silver spoons chill then, out, pouring foliage
lined and turbaned tall, we crawl and crawl and crawl
all alms all these layers of robes cannot save us
and crawling through a coolly lit tunnel
feeling pangs, slithering, crawling still, soft
just you flatten these ship parts
and make winters an ancient history
menthol smell cycling slowly and dark, bubbling
and weavers hurt - we chalk upon it.
sweetening souring cords of wooden reverberations
black and tracking swells as they decline
written cold and spoken thin
whey shakes the spines of books, swerving apart and tinkering
light. cowering entombed, they cried,
they erased pieces of bark
everywhere: the earth working itself thin, turning scarred and silent,
sawing wars in halves
the great depraved epidermis rented its rooms
rusted corners of coroner’s attack
the yellow freezing tide
excited, us, mostly, ranting perfect under sooty plains.
ruffled ticker tape escaping there, bodies thin.
and shoved to Cicero’s platitudes, fusty rakes pouring turbulent
shaving the erasures and broken tines
ones praying the way with paltry arms
others sagged soft and declared their allegiances before us, bulls bucking slow, spiteful
heard, touched, the rest of crumbed malingers
they rose to match the hoarse brutal tongues
and dispelled – oh see then, this concession baked
him into muscle, into cold fruition,
and then soft spoken alms
through cold, cold, rust
and black heart beating
tiled gray and turned to dust.
oh, die easy on us he said again, a cruel passing woven to the headboards.
and riveted, tenuous slips spoke briefly ,
and black ties scoffed and embers shook in the winding end, rumpled in leaves
swerving back to light, then, and ringing true
into broken tunes, no cries undone, sounding holy in my head.
these crossings over land, unheard.
tempered soft and durable, we regaled ourselves for all the time we
took, then, weaving red pieces of red in the foreground, sheer insolence solving the way they bowed and bowed, ripping pieces,
solving puzzle faces, forgetting the way
death can penetrate wingless bodies.
Departed, they have left no addresses.
and the myriad inflections in the death language
render indistinguishable individual dialects, perpetually raising
his hands, sweet sweet sun bubbles dropped made small ripples
and each one remained colorless, dropping down
soft windowpanes, this bestial rouse
drifting offshore.
sweet river run soft,
(and oh the moon shone bright)
sweet river sing.
she’ll filter rinds and still subliming
climbing doubtful packs of bright
troubled shaven clouds, wrapped up tight
crumbled and seethed; hung underhoods
curring and purring, low and separated death undone
a string can reap and fix runestones on camera. smoke exhaled to the rafters.
singing thin, and growing separated, swerving to the rooftops.
welts raised and flapping against backs, and backs
“what they do they do they want?” crack, crack'
“shhh:” each eye socket sifts the leaves of wet receipt
there are low grumblings of showers to come
all of these rips rifting and flowering like doves.
and drops deftly seethe and purge us, the rains snake
and stroke our palms, spread into the bloodstream
“they are ignored” wishing these tilted words sounded down
and cried from fear to their warden’s itching locks.
wills surge- keeping germs abating germs surges.
spoons swells, and early ringing grips the hand.
crawling graves slap broken coats
and hips come sin
red tents fall to the ground, undulating, lifting :
this night is red, then.
the light settles unsaid and angles around our eyes.
covered in felt corsets, abounding and troubled divide
they cry and crop up, flaring
and turpentine charms heaving thick and feeling tight:
every ting sounding low and crowning.
while flies, piecewise, slept in waves upon -
and i longed, and strained my hands.
sleeping, softer, my head’s hairs stretching like queen hens, pecking
hearing wailing and oh will you pity pity these numbers;
stop. look.
lessons lessons searing
inside stars glowering until then a thin beat
cries and flares upstairs, rattling.
endives withering rambling crunching, a steel decay.
and i know this is coming:
still, and bleached it grew like snakes
and pushed up, shaking the walls of penitentiary sidewalks.
they are nearby, biting at each other’s heels
and drunk on wine
and crass and shining bright noxious light
and brute, shivering
where does this look the same?
where can i grab and conceal it?
It wails and wails and wails.
i only heard this from a place above the ground, in soot-covered syllables
brash and calling,
calling children to break their arms and swear
they would never cry.
beating rages and sins taxing
(what this becomes)
distorting the best convocations
and regal lords submerge the last wooden pegs;
plucking air out. puckering,
their blood flow shunted
and hooked, stopped.
Bold leaves reddened, surviving, faltering dead,
Shaving softly, bare, stable and wetted: a hastened deep sea swell.
no -ing. any more rungs on this ladder will split the coast in half.
Willing, loosend, parchment stripped of meaning, emboldened trepanned and swollen with seawater at the ends
broiled meat grouper losing water losing streams
sure something seems defrosted, blinking.
lidded hides reshelved and nigh -
cold, alone, shoved and peerless. solemn and saturated -
awls shawl and cover bulges, blossoming and bleeding
and stays the course, the rust - it lingers
and cells divide, dust gathers in the crevices
singing 'we need' softy, softly, pushing pushed
and still tall and small, escaping.
and the bark disdains routes unreached.
the muscled crowns desire
dished and washed of drums sounding last and last
they were three, lusting bleached feeding shifts and fountains
the same drained
bereft
the shirt minute and feeling same, the first breached waves sent thoughts courageous
raged rivers riding surfaces, sold
on smoke and rye.
slobbering buffoons that hinder and flock again
they call to me, continually
and club themselves apart, and cry
at the fear and the warmth that never faltered
out, sliding they come, lovingly their books, lurking, crown at last
and flight, dumb beaches and flocks and orange rinds salesman slivering i -
less words.
railing red and fading
for disembarking semblances of seminal pain, comes, shows drooling under tomes, utter lies.
and a foggy rant
each cry little.
the range flashes
and eats soggy earth, covered in cement
rearing acorns and into urns
we greet each to each
rising mandrake, even these lies track and rake, weightless
lingering, sinking, skinning the growth,
disheveled twice.
I, dividing.
This street is blackened, sallow, and cold feet
even sing at the sun, crooning mortality, mortality.
I, bare inside a hot son.
Imprints felt in the wet scathing fleeting hours, each crept pale, divine.
Stingrays glued to maypoles and hung, gory and smooth, each wave meant
sighs and tears. Hours waning,
fleeting, panning out from incessant drool and drool, the same semaphores appear, ablaze.
Fattened ringspun wool and wool until it broke and shattered, fragments.
How do I divide these souls, fountain-ing out, burning lyres.
These eyes compressed, seeming
by day to flicker, and beseeched like floating sails into the mother’s womb.
Clarinet syllables singled, ripple
Flitting singing creeping
Sightless.
These plumes set sail
And aces trumping trumpeting urging shouting fear, drums
And planes crews sown up among their wiry frames at night.
Streaks to fawn and harrow open our moors
They, crusted and widowed rancor,
Flipped and handed pipes
they borrowed. and power is gone, they are blackened hordes
followed high, null bits waiting to feed an inimical
rant – a breathy dance spread, grew tossed and slow
echoed down each bare tomb, blackened soot.
their singing fans from widow to widow, each board and eave awakening,
Their phantom violent; scraping tufts from seams of fingertips,
reparation all the while for their weeping.
They flatter, transpire gulfstream enthalpy tall,
Non sequiturs non matters non entity non platters and platters of
arms and puckered leather. A wry sender flattened back pages
betwixt dead hair, and flopping, floated on the waves.
red, hexed and blackened rounds.
rather soft spoken, it ground papers and creeping
after him, laying there, crouched
rye birthed collapsed glowering and reaped issue,
the rest hurt and burned violent, scarred
ACHE
hell wills us, helps us, and our selfsame brakes us
hell, rounded buttressed
and thirty cut balloons raked us
and rhyme ran and toiled, rocketed
there where redden bowls were broken.
the dead used these oils,
wove each filament into rabid boils, unformed
nettles clamped on our body parts and these ramifications
mirrored futile inundations, rose again and again.
REPEL
you in Asiatic stupor — I find me-words
in stocks belting out margins of healing.
a sin. we’re branded tombs of reverberating revolution
these hearts sprung and ranted hot
they wrap us and take us under winged suits,
around entranced - blue muddled circumspect still colluding
YES
order, reticent borders lifted hickory trees
goading and chalked gibbons rhyme beautiful, raging
disinterested adjunct light, the sea-mobs win
cantilevered and queued up, a rasp of honeybees flies away
borders kept us in, ringing and flicking hot sparks around
and bordered by hedges
ripped open, psalms clouded and wasted fodder
and fallow fusty robes wandered out of habitation
each feeling must be louder louder and churned and turned and yearned
the sky opened under us
and more of us never had deadened and reddened
cinders colored our eye
myxomitosis spread our toungues out flat.
a drum beat beat breathed
a-hi a-hi a-hi