Toothed eyes fly br Over still waters br br Around us purple lips br Flutter from branches br br Screams hit the blue br And fall onto pillows br br Our homes hide br Behind narrow backs br br Hands clutch at br Flimsy clouds br br Our veins roll turbid br Bed and tables br br Of shattered bones br Noon has fallen into our hands br br And turned all gloomy br br An open grave on the face of the earth br On your face on my face br br br Trans. by Anne Pennington br br br Anonymous submission.