Hollow Woman
I pleased
myself thinking of you
In a waste land,
In a waste land,
In death’s
dream kingdom
Where hollow
men burn each other’s straws
I pleased
myself
There are
no eyes here
Nothing but
eyes
Avoiding
speech
I please
myself
Between the
desire
And the
spasm
As wind in
dry grass
I have
myself to please
In my dry
cellar
Paralysed
force
Gesture
without motion
I only have
myself to please
More
distant and more solemn
I have no
one to please
But my
stone image
In this
hollow valley
Thinking of
you
This is the way I end
Not with a bang but a whimper.