With mouth slack like a black sun
and twin sightless laudanum sockets
you'll disturb
no ghost universes.
Weighing a dead limb
a dustbin bag of ash
against any rationale grave-robbers
hope to offer pragmatic retrieval
of pages left, kittens
planted on the collapsing corpse
words in a grave melt together
gaps in transmission
poems unread an egg unbroken
in a snake's throat
stomach acids scramble
definition. Elizabeth I have imagined you
many different ways your boxed absence
opens certain possibilities
sub-atomic thought experiments
write themselves up.
Elizabeth don't
reading intrudes Dante's necrophilic daylight
desperate for hardcopy
opposes quantum abeyance.
If I lock words in a box bury it
certain fathoms in the earth
boost every ambiguity
malformed intention natural processes
of decay snowstorm on paper
avoid answering questions
will it balance history
against poems he made too certain again?