Offering

A pendulum swinging against

A tin drum. Menacing walls

Smother the plea. Monastic

Vultures have silenced your

Hum. Your voice, stuffed

Foie gras tea. Yew tree poison

Smeared on your lips, a graveyard

Picnic alone. Lay down your

Checkered flesh with sticks, the

Gardener’s eating lunch at home.