I went to the place where the women stood
And left my country and left my place

For another place. My soul was jade and cold in the rain.
And the men screaming were bodied full of jade

The men screaming were bloody and burning out jade
And spilling jade and the corn bowers

Of Bernadette Mayer were talking
That corn is a piece of all life and direction is death

The corn bower, the jade too is deft
And an eagle led me from my place

Which had not been my place at all
But was a flat land mapped on landscape

The hedgerow silencer and the lightning full of holes.