Mocco Wollert: ‘I like little men’ and ‘Watching Cassandra Sleep’

I like little men

I like little men who ride high horses,
little women who stop their gallops,
small violins louder than storm
for small is the power of all.

I like little children who stamp big feet,
little dogs whose bark shakes the ground
small houses tall like the sky
for small is bigger than big.

I like little planets who dwarf large stars,
little moons that fill giant black holes,
icy worlds burning the shadows
for small is not little but ever big.

I like little women who carry the world,
little hands holding eternal reigns,
little bodies stronger than titans
for small is the power of all.

Mocco Wollert

Watching Cassandra Sleep

She lies naked on the bed,
a cherub who became flesh;
sucking her thumb spasmodically
she satisfies primeval needs.

In later years, after her lover
leaves her, she’ll sprawl again,
veiled in the scent of sea.

Will she stretch like Scarlett,
remembering the night
Rhett made her a woman?

Will there be arms to hold
her adult, sleep-warm body
or…