The Ministry of Decedent Affairs
1. The mind on a low burner: 2. From a clapboard tavern squat on the edge of a marsh: egrets descend and disperse: a nebula regrets its leave from upper darks. 3. Holding the infant, we wonder: had we conceived a wilderness? Her cry: pine needles shuffling in the gust. 4. A gutted basilica on a dawn-silvering horizon, the copula illuminated like a second rising sun. 5. Tug free the chancel lamp swinging within you. For all who need a grave, our grounds are open. 6. Heaven is no somewhere but somehow.