Spoiled light
Broke milk

Grew in place
A Hebrew Chattanooga

A word’s want
What I want

But
More

remains nothing
I was

Washed of memory
On the bed of wandflower

Galax
Taking the trouble

On the black plain
Of oblivion

Days and
Days without decomposition

Before me
the cup of Lethe

For you, Far-worker
My artful body

I’d drink
To your honor