In the jewellery box
was a secret compartment
with grandmother's red glassy broach
ripped baize and tarnished silver
in a box pieces of eight, pearls
a treasure chest sequinned mermaids
Pandora's Inn, Restronguet we sailed out
found a lazy creek telling stories.
The Chinese puzzle
slide each panel a little at a time
to get inside skinning a rabbit
light on the organs
inside the camera obscura
an image of the creek, an injection
pin sharp, slides projected in the dome
of a skull, a planetarium then stepping out
out of the booth sweatlodge
organs leaking
butter beans and ratatouille from roadkill
a fox, a snatched fur handbag.
Hodgkin's paint
reinterpreting the frame.
On the pier at Restronguet
drinking wine, talking looking at photos
the box Jung was in his heart attack
he said afterwards it all seemed 3d
a simulation
you could step outside
jewellery unlit.
The sage archivist leaves the city
when work is done
at the west gate retires, this is the way
of heaven.