dead babies II

fluted champagne and voluptuous cries, and kissing.
closing the separations and exchanging sincethens
we were landless.  we were floating, togetheragain

and later in that album on the table in the hall
i saw crushed windows, a torpedoing jag of
empty, blue lips a snagged a rusted hole and
silent.  swaddled.  embraced.  one photograph of
a never

and those clean and creamy hotel walls
the were too fine to house that sudden springing
of the bared my unearthed grief.