Reader unmov'd and Reader unshaken. Reader unsedc'd
and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still
I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb.

Neck pulled back. Wrists tied. Weight pops
shoulder from socket. All disjunction.
So many Judgment Days. Hell absorbs us

Whenever Jesus appears at the murky well,
I am there with my five hundred husbands.
It takes Jesus all day to mention their names.

The vegan gourmet will have his way. Lamb chops
will soon be relegated to quaint cabins in the olden days.
The ballooning business of burgers, too, will change,

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Dawn was their greeting time.

The train swayed past cropped fields,
Barking collies, abandoned gas works, cows.
Brown bungalows with little gardens

There we were promised a great, great life
   and it waited, though we weren't yet born.
There at the window, returned from having lived,

What will be the last book
I read? Woolf s finest work,
the only one I shunned?

He begins by troubling your
thoughts, the egg white you drop
into a glass makes the shape of a

Aeneas ditched Dido despite foundations. He had a vision.
Days he was frantic for explanation, nights
the fervid gods assailed him. Who knows the mind