Shhh Shhh the lights are out and the little suspicion sleeps and dreams and whimpers in its crib Its tongue is ugly and blue She climbs She climbs in silence and fury spinning groggy in darkness and wind Look her left hand bears for you sweetly a gift of lightning and lillies to please you Though O Tonight in her right hanf she has invented gravity - from Woman Kills Sweetheart With Bowling Ball This first collection of poems is an extraordinary book...