When we bury the dead

I will build a World for You

constructed of bamboo

and Ice where

you can Yield to fierce desire – in

these Shallow days

the unanimous fade before the Wind

leaving us Vagrant

mules braying in the Cold; we

are Structured

for your Profile, can only ache to Stand tip-toed

on glass and nails

our great Unearthing of an Ancient tomb, reli-

quaries of Stone and Quartz pour

through our hands our

rosary-thorns, our Amethyst days all

making light

a kind of love glittering in the pit our faces

warmed by

autumnal fires --