Moby- shot in the back of the head
James Dickey and Robert Lowell.
"I fear the end of a happy dream"
Robert Lowell- Skunk Hour
One dark night,
my Tudor Ford climbed the hill’s skull;
I watched for love-cars. Lights turned down,
they lay together, hull to hull,
where the graveyard shelves on the town… .
My mind’s not right.
A car radio bleats,
"Love, O careless Love… ." I hear
my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,
as if my hand were at its throat… .
I myself am hell;
only skunks, that search
in the moonlight for a bite to eat.
They march on their soles up Main Street:
Watching salamanders mate
On the beaming TV screen
a surreal dream, yellow and green
Of amphibian love and fate
Heavy with child, she encounters him
Just like the movies, the lights dim
They look with intensity, never touch
Cold blood, eggs and such
She faintly opens her mouth to taste him,
his tail slithers in anticipation
All else fall to a sudden cessation
Their murky existence no longer so grim
He leaves a white bubble, swims away
She gracefully takes it in from where it lay
The remnants of love in my heart start to writhe