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when for a moment

When for a moment

you eat through

the air to swallow

syrupy red letters

Poe

Poe

Poe

—

And bells could be

jasmine and gold,

bone and soap,

seaweed and ivy

—

Crack dread’s

red egg on

the burning rock

and let your eyes

speak, your hands

walk

—

The lake

unveils its planks;

you find your way

to the red silk pavilion

—

A meal of steaks and pearls

in impossible heat

with cameras at

—

Every angle

and the lions, too,

with watchful eyes—

—

Drain that bourbon

to the red, to the dre-

gs of silt and baboon,

to all animals mashed

and quiet, disastered

and interred, en-

tered in stasis, in

stillness