A star of blood you fell from the point of the hypodermic singing of fabulous beasts & spitting out the *** of vowels Your poems explode in the mouth like torrents of ***** on a night full of zebras & bootheels Your ghost still cruses the river- fronts of midnight assignations in a world of dead sailors carrying armfuls of flowers in search of your unmarked grave Your body no sanctuary for bees, Death was your lover in a rain of broken obelisks & rotting orchids In the tangled rose of a single heartbeat I offer you the shadow of a double profile, two heads held together at the bridge of the nose by a nail of ***** smoke in the long night's dreaming & memory of water poured between glasses In my mailbox I find a letter from a dead man & know that for every shadow given one is taken away Yet subtraction is only a special form of addition and implies a world of hidden intentions below a horizon of lips thin as your fingernail sprouting mysteries in the earth … The ace of spades dealt from the bottom of the deck severs the hand which retrieves it & the eyes of Beauty sewn together peer over a black lace fan in the ****** sunlight of a Spanish morning without horses The Belt of Orion is loosened before you as you remove the silver fingerstalls from your mummy hands & kneel to plunder the nightsky in a shower of bitter diamonds. (Somewhere under a blanket someone weeps for a lover.) Peace to your soul & to your empty shoes in the dark closets of kings with no feet!!!