sad collision
   and what they both know

                                                                                           out of the corner of the eye
       it rains was it that the clouds
       no trellis could no trellis could no trellis could no trellis could
       did you make a sound
                                   are you trying to          listen
out in the corner of the eye
wide

parting like a lunula yawning lines on the bark of a silver birch I
can almost see the breath and what’s left stuck in the
throat

half-severed poppy stem a thumbnail below the calyx

yes,
     even as [              ]
and effigy, like you say   or
stone still, immobile, but hoping for a fracture, just
a fracture, or meeting at a point

(there’s writing on your handtake it in, get over it, get
it over with, let it out
ink it’s just ink but not)

yes,
      even as|
Persephone in the halls