Words come to you in silent strings
Then mingle and mix, go piggyback
Go ring-o-roses, round the garden
Then they sing
Go drumming barefoot
On clammy clay
In a far-off land
Oh where?
Just look
Behind your eyes
Inside your skull
There is
No-place
That doctors look
For
Years and years
But find just sliced brain –
Some body tissue, fat, and blood
And marvel gone.