Flown sets of carefully selected people
crawl coughing over the hills
all go where the crystalline rose barks
mark pennies with their foreheads
studiously like a mink caught
lit before they go down to the well's magnet on their shoes
rocketed in an armchair
leaning for a fire jar
packed into green and brown leaves
and rambling television salt
sunk in infinity's fever corner
with a fake leer like a plant bathed in human eyes
fountains scratched by intergalactic landings
eyeglasses nuked to the wall
door closed on the gone cat
gone Cathy's mother surrogate
gone attic black magazines
tinkling with music
in the tooth forever