You can still bear them in that phase, the north and
south laid up against each other, constantly erasing
each minute with each minute.

  When I caught sight of them, the secret lovers,
I had been watching the pink-edged white blossoms
  in the garden below

Black bars expanding
      over an atomic-yellow ground — feelers retracted —
the monarch lay flat on the street

Then two juncoes trapped in the house this morning.
  The house like a head with nothing inside.
The voice says: come in.

  Is it because of history or is it because of matter,
mother Matter—the opposite of In-
  terpretation: his consort: (his purple body lies
shattered against terrible

It begins in blindness: taste of invisible ink;
black mouthful of discreet syllables,
punishable. Shrouded in touch, at the shut

The doors are closed. I shall not write another!