Buried without
ceremony. Revealed
in the quiet,
the lewd
posture of death.
‘Laid to rest’
turns out to be
tight with
precision, although
so lightly said
it’s always heard
as euphemism.
These fabricated wounds.
These made-up
alliances, with the
low, the twice-
dishonored. The
hectoring pursuit
forever flamboyant,
the obsolete
mechanics of the
heart, the
prayers leveling
the maze.