ANGER

ANGER

Viewing her deflated body stuffed full this way lumpy mortician’s clay,
I am arm-twisted
taken in take note the attitude of repose black rose
especially the hands veils folded over white and tucked one within another at rest upon the bony sternum presence.
I would rear back appalled repulsed but for the curious
bend forward peer steel eyes blue penetration fascination
under the hands and discover this first ruse empty there
hands as if floating on a cushion of air
and then the second ruse no final rest no luxurious floating spirit
but vacuous
limbs stiffened by and forced to bear up over a flaccid deflated heart.

I ruminate-in no further can’t stand
weak-kneed
hungover.

Love Lover I insist now that you recognize see the billions of neutrinos flash through that form
There they Go!
change spontaneously to this form.
Other.
Neither alive nor dead without much mass not relevant and whatever
black-lipped poem can struggle to its end.
This rigid wash of dark consolation,
final rich thrilling pretense and do what else awkward now kneel down exhale
definitely not pray
deflate step away inhale you
a sinister fragrance.

I walk off with
these same soft flabby sounds
hear infinitesimal bullets pierce every other brain.