I am here for you,

Where your words fall apart,

When the world falls apart,

All your wounds deeper cut,

Deeper art, the disarmed,

Who you wronged,

Never came,

Never tear apart

Useless never again

Of the lamenting art.

Your North, South,

And East, West,

And  new hurricanes

In the unknown twist

Of a void you avoid

In the void

Of the beasts

Of the least

Of the put out stars,

When they start

The new day

Just walk straight through the mist

And the vanishing rain

I will break my right wrist

Writing what’s in a name

Of a rose, it is,

Still the names of those — all

On my wrist.

Just release -

Once you gave me the light

Don’t tell them the his-

Tory of the old Whigs.

It’a a ruined moth’s flight.