In the Heart of the Wood and What I Found There

In the heart of the wood In the closed forest Christ appeared to me in several forms One, two, three, four Swastika, I'm told On the Cliffs of Moher, I walk with Mary Behind the eyes of his innocence or guile The young old man talks Of the brittle walls That held his son Pinion, pinion, pinioned Mary walks on the Cliffs But not on waters Then Christ appeared as wind Mary runs down from the high-walls Christ appeared as flowers Down long-path, she walks Christ appears as the rubble That holds the stones That holds the paths That holds the feet To the bones of the Earth Oh, If she waits, if she waits If she wakes, if she wakes Christ manifests slowly As the dust on her eyes Before she falls again Into fields of sleep I would like this anger to dissolve And I wait for another Revolution or revelation It doesn't too much matter Whether if I see blood in wheels "All shall be well", she said Not to me, but not to me The skeleton of the universe Barbed wire of blues and stars Remains unmoved When the mother ocean covers me I rush to drown With her breakers "All shall be well", she said, she said And all shall be well But not for me, oh, not for me