—after Psalm 105 lines 28-33
Flower-thin darkness came down around you,
genius of things that fit into things—my ghost child
fit fish into water, blood into fish, pale into blue.
Flower-thin darkness came down around you,
crowding things into your hungry heart until you
crowded yourself out. Frictioning leafless and wild,
flower-thin darkness came down around you,
genius of things that fit into things—my ghost child.
