words fail me as rivers do this town, the sound of everything breaking with a sudden onset: bones crushed like twigs, the churchyard a mirror of this hollow
the resounding of a bell a category of prayer filling a mouth with filament – the inglorious morning tired of its felicitation: chorus vacating the body
paying homage to a nearby grave: sound the body outlast everything
take sweat for wine turn this variable into a satellite let it exult without a name
and I, for once, without a poem even – let me, this death