A Murder
Blanket your stupidity with leaves
Whisper, “Stay silent.
Don’t move.”
Grab a shovel with all
your force
And thrust it down to
kill it quick.
Ignorance will moan.
Maybe rise up
In reflex: Swing
again. Chop through it
Murder it well, wise one,
and sing
Until you sleep away
its groans
Remember nothing about
this
Moment. No use,
recollection
Just float a lily on
the water
Read another poem
about water
Before it stinks, turn
away
Don’t even think of
the afterlife
How corpses rise boney
white
From the mulch,
begging for water
For an ax, a spade or
a shovel
Do not look out the
window
Below the tree limb--the
hole
With an impression of
ignorance
Lock the door. Use the
chain
Draw a bath. Close
your eyes
Pull the plug. Watch
the swirl-
Down of mud ooze with
leaves
Contain your screaming.
Recognize
All your options you do not have
Ruminate over it for
years
Tell yourself you have
risen
Risen above the matter
While lowering
yourself still
Below the surface
where ears
Trickle like caves with water