drifting, fetid, yellow dust

Do you see the insects?
One of them was once your dog.
But do not try to pat the ant.
It will be destroyed by your awkward affection.
The tree is trying to touch me.
It used to be an afternoon.
Mother, mother,
I don’t have to miss you any more.
Rover, Rover, Rex, Spot,
Here is the bone of my heart...

BUT THEN  

You say you're like a tree or a bus stop 

with your hands by your side

let's say you're like a field of tulips

cheap gold flowers in the sky.

AND THEN

Dormi sepolto in un campo di grano
non è la rosa non è il tulipano
che ti fan veglia dall'ombra dei fossi
ma sono mille papaveri rossi.