they made a movie of it starring Boris Karloff
as Mord the executioner, who dabbled in torture.

The gray person disputes the other’s clotheshorse stature 
       just send us some water maybe 
herding him onto the escalator for a last roll 

This movie deals with the epidemic of the way we live now. 
What an inane card player. And the age may support it. 
Each time the rumble of the age 

. . . or somebody’s going to get hurt.
For my sake, however, keep pealing to a minimum.
We’ll need the firewood you can pick up on the shore

His flesh is singular, like water,
His feeling anchored in a deep pool.

This is the platform of the famous sideshow,
all of us participating, glad to be arm and arm
as spring charges down the battlefield. Let’s see,

A hears by chance a familiar name, and the name solves a 
      riddle of the past. 
B, in love with A, receives an unsigned letter in which the 

eating our clean bread the way we used to eat your blessings.

as the moon begins to swarm
with a papery ash of moths.

But when I least expect it, I find that
They are stirring cornstarch through my blood,
Mortaring the hinges of my knee.