I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words
dance on black glaciers.

You stay out, hounding
the quietude. Earth is on
quit call. I step back.

I am not in line
of succession. I forgo
the title of blood poem.

I did love you, I

walked around in your body –


and got lost in you.

Want to live in

a peaceful world?

Teach poetry to despots.

They will know where

their heart is, and that everybody

has a heart that pumps like theirs.