A Well-Hedged Elegy Hardly Seems Edgy

Splice place with space
And you get splace
To maneuver
Around your worlds,

And cumbersome
That moving is,
Unless you prove
You can remove

That whole ell in
This elision,
Grieving not much
Real to your worlds,

Past words. Off crawl
Ells sped as worms.
Words feed those worms,
Yet we don’t live.