In my dream the old woman had a ribbon for the boy

In my dream the old woman had a ribbon for the boy



and the ribbon had a message.  What to make



of this.  That the woman I dreamed of had a penis



on her knee she could find no one to hold.



That the man who is central plays guitar



and all he wants is to be loved.



 



I seemed to be that man whose death is his security,



whose stony head will model stony crown.



Who turns away predators with assiduity



dips his head to swallow wide



reflections in the body.



 



The brain’s a map that’s flat.



Don’t expect to feel the incision.



Nerves don’t end there.