One by one,
as if on
assembly lines,
weapons are built
in the shape of
men and women.
The more complex,
the simpler
the launch code;
The greater
their significance,
the more localized
the payload.
*
person to us
but a discrepancy
in a pressure gradient
whose absence
we miss
like a pea
from a mattress?
*
The message
at the end
is that
closure
is a fiction;
grief
cannot be fixed.
How dare
the letters
that make up your name
ever be
repositioned
to spell
other things?
