Between Sail and Tiller
In the motionless tomb, oars were to pull on space. When sands again assembled
the fervid horizontal, brain was to bight at merest gleam, skull, to be
with pounded spices.
Skin was to sleep in ochre. Through net
of faience beads, stripes were to run gold and obsidian.
Eyes were to indicate open.
In the the vertical after, garland
of garlands, the balanced heart was to fall from use.
Spine in search of tributary, thinned gold sheets
were to replicate tongue.