And then there's a book called Writings
to an Unfinished Accompaniment, which
has a lot to do with Mexico.
And both of these books were written.
The Lice was begun, and The Carrier of Ladders written.
And this book finished while the Vietnam War was going on.
And it occurred in the poems here and there.
There's even a poem called The War.
There are statues moving into a war
as we move into a dream we will never remember.
They lived before us, but in the dream, we may die.
And each carrying one wing as in life,
we may go down all the steps of the heart into swamp water
and draw our hands down after us out of the names.
And we may lose one by one our features.
The stone may say goodbye to us.
We may say goodbye to the stone forever
and embark like a left foot alone in the air
and hear at last voices like small bells and be drawn ashore
and wake with the war going on.