dummy

Will I be having a seance with you
forever? Someone comes in with
claws. I hold its–his-or-her–
face in my hand. But I don’t
see the face. I don’t know it. By now, I am
waltzing out a window, I am
confused over the hand
turned down, turned around and around
a few times around the twine.
(What can I say to you when you don’t come?)

Caesar at his most honest (it is said)
cleared his throat, then executed every tenth man.
The voice of Caesar is like sheet music.

                                                                      –I fear it.

The voice of David is weary.
It is like a child that you have to gather up.
It fills streams.

Are you that vessel
I drew my lewd face over
and haven’t risen from?