Silence

Walk past, they are buried. .

A cloud glides over the sun’s disk.

Starvation is a tall building

that moves about by night—

in the bedroom an elevator shaft opens,

a dark rod pointing toward the interior.

Flowers in the ditch. Fanfare and silence.

Walk past, they are buried. .

The table silver survives in giant shoals

down deep where the Atlantic is black.

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