Oh! Rain’s elliptic translucency clear through
days clotted with trowels, traffics wrapped snug

and the birds are out afterwards, lapping at
the shore—Before you judge me, remember, torsos

elegiac and gently so snow on Kingsbury and glow
so you don’t know if you force eruption on those drugs

but you know what she thinks in blue—The rip
of meat, ganged-up, on, at a gallop—He’d watch cars

and dry off in the transgression of laying brick
and congeal with crystal singing