A New Way

It has become the fashion the clamour of big cymbals. It has become the fashion the jingle-jangle of gold bangles from wrist to elbow. It has become the fashion the creak of the fake rooster weathervane turning — brainless — with the wind whichever way it blows. Today come behind the door let us lay our heads on each other's breast listen to the warm sound of each other's hearts: my only love...