Yes, wanderer by trade,
shelling fronts our open door,
knocked chain gypsum guitars
and louche prophets,
a Belluvue outpatient case
ensorcells across rye
levied years of clown-carred
Tutankhamen, of Hernán Cortés
widowed above the Milton Plaza,
disjointed names, eponymous
as our landsmans’ luminous
demolition of days, illegible,
(*craft swim notes),
harbinger of the epitaph:
Pyrocenic age —
Larcenous; Aquamarine;
…grave.