Ocean View Semi-tarry
stone used with zest, devoid of
vital pipe clay and pulverized
I want to write about you but
you are chairly and organ
molten metal flows
broken zinnia flowers
strewn across the lawn
a cross says less than the lack of one
it is nice to see a church
but nicer not to
the grave is up, heartfelt
uncivilized
considered as a group
the cemetery lacks concupiscence
though is a kind of concubinage
we come together
bring into one main body
less dilute
and rise, we rise
take wing and coiffure
a frazzle of starlings
one's thoughts or attention
out over the Straight
and into books
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