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