Abstract

Poems are moving points of view
Among bunches of objects
Thinking of nothing outside

Of a context. Ordering
Is partial. Not everything
Can be put on the same line.

Map them to another world
To be broadly expressive.
Every poem is related

To itself. First property,
Reflexivity. Second,
Transitivity. Only

Third, symmetry is observed
And as often in the breach.

Just a Body

You wait for your procedure
Considering Beethoven
Disintegrating, the hairs

That were sampled from his head,
The bones gouged out of his ears,
Craniotomy, death mask,

All the excitement of fame
In attendance at the death
Of what was just a body.