on what plague what cloud what
daughtered simulacram
the creatures of
gallipoli the galapagos this
gullivered gethsemane
descend
hear the silver gravel of my fear
fall like rain
on
this hospital
this roof
my head
…
on what plague what thought what
simulation
the creatures of
tomorrow
and tomorrow night
alight
hear their hammer
pin me to
wood
…
so this piece should be
pop rivetted with light
and the warmth of Giverny
…