They’re all dead anyway, and it’s a long time
since that neighbor blood was wiped up

                                    And then a cry
floats to her from out of the night somewhere,
rising cold in the glassed-out shining wind

He has made things with his hands.
He knows how to get along with other boys.
He has experienced parliamentary procedure.

At this moment I am wearing what you bought me:
bikini underpants with that striped beast
sewn onto the front, whereof the quilted silk