We make pilgrimages, we pay tribute,
as its backward-glancing heroine
is a painter’s tribute to a poet’s stanzas.

We were between armor and mummies 
                on the ground floor,
weighing preservation in a tin 

Birds don’t care that the land is ugly,
decorated with handsome cattle
and advertisements for elk jerky

There should be a healthy trade 
in sandbags. Cement should be 
our chief export. Some of it’s made 

On leftovers ana breakfast   like the spleenish wulf the wéstenas chase. 

He sets out hungry,   nose in the wind, up the wulfhleoþu. 

After a luckless trek,   he gilleþ; and gaunt companions answer 

Watching a boneless nymph’s 
half-hearted resurrection
from a spout in the pavement

As the undisputed delivery system 
for this pathogen, 
you ought to be attending me, 

Whoso list to hunt it with a camera?
The Carolina parrot is extinct.
Hunted to nothing emerald.

And so, everything is in its rightful place. Aside from the fact that it is worrying for things to be this good. 

Vital Span 
In Virginia 
Is Closed