When the physician sliced open the physique,
tender nonetheless to the contact, apprenticed
to expression, when the flesh
was pulled again between index and thumb
revealing the armor of breastbone,
think about he who noticed the guts froth,
the guts bubble over like soda water.
Then consider grief leaving the physique,
flitting like salt to the close by sink,
and pleasure like atoms becoming a member of in air
towards one other dwelling promise.
Underneath the night time of thousands and thousands of gallons
of water, the person had been constructing
the Brooklyn Bridge, rinsing off
the day’s labors in streams heat
and affected person, rainlike now. The bends
after the posture assumed by the stricken
as nitrogen crept up the backbone’s steps.
There are nonetheless issues that can’t be imagined.
The detached mild on the floor of
the water. The wounding breath of air.