The great bed of the world br arching over graves br over Babi Yar br with its multitude of bones, br with battalions of screams br frozen in a concrete glacier, br with pillows of earth br and comforters of green grass br covering all that dead flesh. br br Dead flesh shall live again- br a dream in god's endless night- br rise green out of the earth br as grass, as trees, as tomato stalks br bearing a bright red fruit br and the feuds of man-and womankind br shall be fed again from the same seeds: br the tomato, the mythic pomegranate, the biblical apple br all rising from the grass that springs br out of the screams of stopped mouths. br br Sometimes I dream br that my bed is built over a ravine, br the ravine of Babi Yar, any ravine br where thousands died br and I moan in pleasure to propitiate the earth, br to make fruit ripen br and trees wave green leaves like banners br all because love can touch me still. br br It is never enough to create. br The beast must feed its meat teeth too. br Out of the screaming mouth of earth br we feed the grass that covers br all our beds. br br I wish I did not know all that I know. br Galaxies spin, grass grows, and people kill.