(OVER ONE WORLD, 2004)

FOR THE LAST TIME I’LL WAVE SWALLOWS GOODBYE

and then (for ever?) in my house up-boarded…

didn’t I love enough?! (Since I am asking, why?)

what does love mean to me! Can’t be afforded…

No poison, drop-fall, no spike in my cranium

no spattered walls from the veins I might sliver

(no fear, that I’d gnaw off my own ungainly, um…)

can love be spoken of, since I’ve outlived her?