Death is more real
to me than God.
It gives reason for chapels:
Nail each stone beam
Windex Jesus’ windows
Announce the dark with candles
Do not take
A child’s pretty voice
A barking dog’s innocence
A dolphin who talks in watery ways.
There is panoply of more things not to take.
The stars may make sense:
Saturn squares Sagittarius
Mercury perpendicular with Mars
Do ghosts jet beyond the Universe
Or do they lie still, calm in their boxes?
