Death has a Russian-sounding name


Hierophants have been summoned

To dissolve in the burning sea of lanterns

The bitter fleeting absurd of dying


Mourning as understanding

As one does


The glass stained

By the majesty of nonsense

Distorts your seeing


Aggravates history

As if “Of Mice and Men”


There is also a forced short silence

Followed by an unadmitted contest

To say best that we find no words


This, it seems

Is the aftermath

Always, whatever pathos

The cannons of your voices

Shoot in numb air:


meanings desert

Reference deserts


When it comes


Radical contingencies


Or being on board

endowed with alien sense