Through Marrow Always -

Superimposed snow-globes

You shook

Not advisable

Infected with lice Ripe

Their screams

Chew through marrow always

And captured on a phonograph

We should play every Christmas Day

And backward that same phonograph

Could play «Happy Birthday»

Excused, lost seen as less than

The host

Of a fetal star

Cooling and Still useless

Censored, cocooned light

Warning scars

Bruising my tongue

And not without cause And not without flaws

A fevered, consumed life

Mute

Pull back the curtains

We’ve examined her Humbly

The inaccessible touched

Her fruitless pleads Repeating

Urine, her consent to us

A simple breach

But deeply