Poets

open the mineral so clear of facets the prism fruit exact like angles multiple stone as bone as water on its sides

moon-blade-shoulder blade the porcelain dog shattered over the porcelain of the constellation or this heavy water in the light clots

the defibrillator is a verbal relic rather than a skeleton's device time in the word all that came first moved inside the word even the cardiac pump and its blood vessels it's in it that things awake and then the language-that-doesn't-say silence grants to each world its physics the body stands further than around the spine the body grants a place to each star that earns a name [the seagull keeps the sea in its body] to chew the word as if chewing a heart from the valve to the auricles each word is a shrine a destiny a design