O Claudius

you have no great intention o Claudius
to cleave out the sea, now
that you have gone by and done your
traveling, now that they abound and dare to

draw out the red antediluvian roads. o Claudius. you
have brown hair. you have wide
eyes and you perched on the blackline of the
chalked roadway that you have not

built by the glasseyed
windows like water. you are a child of the gods o Claudius-
very many people know
your wide name

from stone. they do not invest the cleaving
flesh. they do not hear the hot wooded breath
of your living eyes o Claudius-

they do not see the wise gods in the corner o Claudius,
like small and many eyes like small birds among
the stone